I spent most of yesterday in a funk.
I'm not sure what caused it exactly. It could have been the fact that it was New Year's Day and I kind of hate New Years. Or it could be that I had 4 days off and knew I would be going back to work the next day. But honestly, I blame the weird dream I had the night before.
I dreamt I had had the baby, only he was born like 9 months old and Hispanic. Phil had left (probably because I had had a Hispanic baby) and I was back living with my parents, in my old room. I had named my Hispanic 9-month old "Domingo" (I have no idea where that came from) and was doing an awful job mothering him. I had only fed him twice in one day and had let him slowly slip from my lap and fall on the floor.
I woke up very confused and actually had to convince myself that there was NO POSSIBLE WAY any part of that dream could be real. There was NO CHANCE I could be having a Hispanic baby. NO WAY it would be born 9 months old. And ABSOLUTELY NO POSSIBILITY we would be naming him Domingo. Phil also reassured me when I woke him up to tell him my dream that he wouldn't be leaving us.
Plus I slept like absolute garbage when I wasn't dreaming about Baby Domingo.
I was finally able to shake the bad feeling at about 8 o'clock at night. About an hour before I would be heading to bed. Poor Phil.
The good news is that I woke up today feeling much better. The funk was gone and I'm feeling optimistic and energized. And that's a much better way to head to work than in a funk.
But I'm not sure which dream was weirder, this one or the one with the flexing Asians? This is a weird contest.