Last night, I had one of my stress dreams. I have those about three or four times a week. When I recounted the dream to Spencer, he pointed out to me that this whopper had every single element that my stress dreams are usually comprised of, wrapped up all in one lovely dream. I won’t list all the elements, because then you’d know my “kryptonite” but I can at least mention the elevator aspect. Often, elevator rides are in my stress dreams, elevators that won’t let me off, or go too high or too fast, or only open half way between scary dark floors. (I once saw a horror flick when I was home alone sick from school. The lady tried to crawl out of the stuck elevator and when she was dangling over the edge, struggling to get up onto the floor, the elevator suddenly came to life and cut in her half. I’ve been scarred ever since. Clearly.)
So in light of the uber stress dream, I’m go to go easy on myself today. I found a picture to share for TBT that makes me smile. Look at the joy these kids are having, just being out in the beautiful spring day. I like that. It relaxes me and brings a smile to me just to look at it. I hope it does the same for you.
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Life with Quadruplets
As a mother of quadruplets, I've had plenty of crazy experiences raising "supertwins." I blog a lot of memories about my kids. Sometimes just my thoughts on things. I get those sometimes—when my brain works. Which is about one third of the time.