I have been writing in my dreams.
I would like to thank my daughter, (from here on out known as Little W), for sleeping a whole 6 hours last night at the ripe young age of 3 weeks. We are not following a strict sleeping plan. It just happened. I woke up nice and rested around 4:30 AM, and then realized the downfall of sleeping so long while breastfeeding. Ah, I think it was worth the two boulders on my chest.
But because of this 6 hour slumber I was able to dream and remember it! Unfortunantly, I wasn’t doing anything spectacular in my mind except for writing in a notebook with a G-2 pen. Never used a G-2? Go to your closest store and pick one up. They are fantastic.
It is sad when you start doing your previous “everyday things” in your dreams. Had it really been that long since I had written anything cohesive? When was the last time I had written in my paper journal or jotted down a short story? My days as of late have been filled with laundry, dishes, breastfeeding, and spit up. Actually, if my husband (from here on out known as Mr.V) didn’t have to go to work, I might not even know what day it is. Sad.
So here it is. Something to do with one hand as I do everything else with the other.