The Dream Man

Anthony worked the landfill job last night from 5:30 pm to 5:30 am. I didn't sleep well, knowing that I was the only line of protection for Oliver.

It didn't help that the dogs kept barking at the back door.

It also didn't help that I was having creepy dreams. Dreams where a man (I don't know who it was, probably a character from the story I'm writing) who was sitting on the edge of my bed and staring. Then he said, "Wake up!". I sat up in bed with a start.

Then Boo hacked, choking on his food, and I thought someone kicked in the back door.

Then Boo walked over the grate in the hallway and I thought it was a person standing outside Oliver's door.

I am not normally so fearful. I'm not afraid of someone breaking in per se. I feel pretty powerful with my shotgun by the bed. I have an emergency plan...hear someone break in, grab the baby, put the armour in front of my bedroom door, lock myself in our bathroom with the shotgun pointed at the door. Pretty thorough, I know. But at 1am when the dream man (literally...he wasn't that good looking...) commanded me awake, I couldn't go back to sleep. I read a little, wrote a little and finally laid in the darkness.

I tossed and turned until 5:45 am. The second Anthony got into bed I felt my whole body relax. I suppose I have gotten used to having another warm body in the bed. I remember when we first started dating, Anthony didn't sleep well. He said it was the rhythm of my breathing that helped him sleep better than he ever had. Maybe I'm having the same effect.

Unfortunately, I had to get up at 6 but I snoozed until 6:30, making me late to Sabrina's to drop off the baby. I pulled out his winter clothes and he looks absolutely adorable. I got stuck behind every school bus on the way to work but I didn't care. The brisk fall air, clear sky's and bright sun started my day in a very happy way.

A good weekend to look forward too. I can't believe its almost Old Campbell County day. PWC Photography will be having a booth. I've already picked out Oliver's outfit as he's wheeled around in this 50's stroller...a car.

As soon as Amanda gets to work, we are heading to Target and Walmart to get supplies for the parade. Hopefully this day will fly but my nights be slow and comforting.