I spent last week mentally and physically preparing myself for a job interview. I had plans to go shopping for a new outfit with my sister on Thursday because nothing in my closet fits me (yes my daughter is 10 months old and I'm not in my pre-pregnancy clothes yet and I'm beginning to think I'll never be a size 6 again and it's very upsetting but that's not what this post is about so STFU). Anyway, last Wednesday was a very hard day...
I don't know what Emma's problem was but she needed to be held all.day.long. And she was demanding to be nursed every hour on top of eating her 3 square meals plus 2 snacks. Growth spurt? Anticipating mommy's new job? Full moon? Drop in my milk supply due to PMS?
That night, I had a dream.
Anyone who really knows me knows that I RARELY remember my dreams. I used to say I simply didn't dream because I couldn't recall them. Now, I know better and I know that I MUST dream, I just don't remember what I'm dreaming. Totally within the span of normal sleep patterns, by the way.
So, last Wednesday night, I had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad dream. I dreamt that it was the day of my interview and I had completely forgotten about picking up my sister to go shopping days before. I called and apologized profusely for forgetting her. Instead of giving me a hard time for standing her up and calling to apologize 4 days later, she asked, "well, what will you wear to your interview?". All of a sudden, I was transported to the mall. I was carrying Emmaline and she was fussing like she did all day on Wednesday. No stores had my size. It was 2pm. My interview was at 2:15pm (in real life it was at 9:15am so I'm not sure what was happening here...). I realized that my hair was not done, I was wearing no make up, I had nothing to wear except the spitup stained t-shirt and yoga pants I often put on in the morning, and... wait for it... I had no sitter.
I had no one to watch my daughter while I went to the job interview I've been waiting for since July.
I woke up breathing that awful dreamcry hiccup.
I went back to sleep and woke up on Thursday. I met my sister on time and we found two lovely outfits for me to choose from. Ryan watched Emmaline while I went to my interview which went fabulously in my humble opinion.
More details to come, of course. I'll keep you posted if I'm to be a Stay at Home Mom no more!