O.k., I don’t want to live out this particular dream. Last night I dreamed that Jay and I managed to forget our children in our car in the parking lot of a hotel. We were chatting away in the hotel room when I suddenly realized that we’d left the kids in the car.
I desperately ran to the parking lot where people were crowded around our car talking about how horrible it was that some woman had left her kids in the car. To make things worse, the kids had opened the car door and my son was eating some poisonous red berries that were on a nearby bush. About this time one of my students showed up and said, “if you can’t handle these kids, you’ll never be able to teach Freshmen.”
I might be feeling a bit overwhelmed. I’m pretty sure I’m not going to forget my children in the car, but apparently I don’t think I can manage all the pieces of my life. Stupid dream….like I need more fuel for my neuroses.
