what I did this weekend

Yesterday, I laid down to rest while Wade took the boys to get a movie. You know, just for a minute or so.

I woke up three and a half hours later. I spent the entire time I was sleeping having the same dream over and over: I was various places (the beach, the mountains, behind the wheel of my car) and could NOT keep my eyes open because I was so tired, despite the fact that falling asleep would mean IMMEDIATE DEATH (by drowning, falling, or crashing) for me and my kids.

Apparently, I was tired. And stressed out. Go figure.

After I woke up, in the inevitable bad mood (napping makes me crabby--remember that if you ever think DUDE IT WOULD BE SO FUN TO GO ON VACATION WITH SUSAN!) I agreed to go look at furniture, for the new house. Which also makes me crabby, although I don't know why.

And we took the kids. To Ethan Allan! CRABBY! SO VERY CRABBY!

Wade has been insisting that we need to get a SOLD sign in the yard; he is threatening to make one himself if I don't call the realtor and ask for a proper one. In return, I am threatening to tape a FOR SALE sign on the back of his suit when he leaves for work tomorrow. Every time a car slows down in front of the house he yells, "SOMEONE ELSE IS LOOKING AT THE HOUSE! Should I run outside and tell them it's SOLD?"

And I say, "Yes, but tell them they can take YOU home with them."

I think I need to go back to bed.