Someone has just pointed out that this blog is entitled ‘Overlept’. Can I just point out that is because I am inept and this is simply due to ‘Overleeping’.
The weather is cold, dank and grey and today the school run was particularly shivery. So this morning, when I returned home with numb fingers and a freezing cold nose, I thought ‘I know, I’ll go and have a nice nap and warm up’ – which is something I never, ever do. 3 hours later I wake up.
I had plans to write reams on here about all sorts of stuff. I had plans to sort our piles of washing. I had plans to find out where the strange wee-wee smell was coming from in Sausage’s room. I had plans to sort out the drifts of clothes in Darlek’s room. Instead I’ve just about managed to clear the detritus from the living room , do washing up, feed the cat, put a load of washing on and swear quite a bit. There’s no-one else in the house and that cat is very used to my bad language by now. He just puts his paws over his ears.
I wouldn’t care, but I don’t even feel relaxed. My first dream involved my youngest and my nephew playing chicken on the motorway and I couldn’t catch them. The second one was about how I was late getting the kids to school, so I decided to have lunch up town and then take them to save time. In the process I began dragging a portaloo around, for the life of me I can’t work out why. Then I realised my iPad (I don’t even have an iPad) had been left at the bottom of town, so I left my two kids in the town centre with strict instructions not to move while I retrieved it. Then I got reported to Social Services and I have a vague recollection of a bit of the dream where I’m shouting ‘FFS, they’re 3 and 6, they would have been fine!’ Throughout this random dream my son had rocketed to the size of a wrestler and was about 7ft tall. Really, really odd. And I’ve not even eaten any cheese.
So, come on you dream interpreters you! What does a dream about lugging a portaloo about mean? I can translate the other stuff as anxiety dreams, but where the hell does a portable toilet fit into the scheme of things.
Anyway, I can’t sit here rambling about loos. I have a whole blummin day to catch up with. I shall not be napping in the morning again. I feel like someone’s nicked my day. Not fair!