A Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Dream

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 sobbed.

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!