Upon Waking

princess and the pea -  Eugenio Recuenco

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When one so frequently dreams of such exotic and exciting themes as...

1. husband leaving frozen food on the counter all night and yelling at husband for you now having to throw away $16 of delicious snacks such as fish sticks, taquitos and tamales (which I stopped myself from doing this morning when I realized it was a dream)

2. you are on some kind of semi important task, and are late as usual, and you cannot find your purse, wallet, keys or shoes, and you have no time for a much needed shower

3. doing dishes and cursing the world that you keep forgetting to buy paper towels (which I ended up buying some yesterday)

4. realizing that your comforter is dirty and you need to bleach it so you can fold laundry on top of your bed (which the comforter is in the washer now, I might add)

5. your teeth falling out (a recurring nightmare of mine, which I sometimes think is real to the point of checking my teeth for lose ones and stressing about paying for the dental appointment)

6. going to work at a crappy job you quit 5 years ago and quitting all over again, but in different ways

7. nightmares about high school cheerleading

8. forgetting your locker combination at school, forgetting which locker is yours, freaking out that you are 10 years older than everyone and how much they must think you are a loser, but hoping you will blend in

9. can't remember if you have been skipping a class, realizing you have a major test but haven't shown up for class in months (an actual fear I have experienced)

10. your new rocketship is okay, but keeps breaking down and never really gets you away from those sort of bad guys chasing you

...then one may know that they are not totally sure about attending their 10 year high school reunion, they have a lack of adventure in their life and they need to get more quality sleep.

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Could you imagine a fantasy novel written about the mundane tasks of the world, but in an exciting and earth shattering way?  Perhaps I shall pen this conquest of epic proportions.

Must... dust... shelf... 'else... civilization... will... end...

snow white - Eugenio Recuenco 

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What totally boring and mundane and yet so seemingly real thus confusing-upon-waking dreams/nightmares do you happen to have?

Homefront: The Nursery That Was

When I was first pregnant, I only had about 3 weeks to decorate the nursery.

We planned to move out of our tiny 410 square foot apartment when we were pregnant with our first. We didn't renew the contract and went looking for small 2 bedroom places that was within our meager student budget. The next weekend, WHAMO! Hurricane Katrina hit. Every complex we looked at had now been full of Katrina evacuees, and any open apartments rates were jacked up triple the amount to make up for their loss. Our apartment we were currently in had been rented, we were homeless.

I remember the day we moved into my in-laws upstairs bedroom with our dog. Everyone was at work or otherwise committed and my husband and I moved ourselves. Mostly him. I was fairly busy yacking over the stairwell from our second story floor into the bushes below as I attempted to carry the lightest of things. Awful day. Awful pregnancy. But mostly accommodating and loving in-laws.

We had found some nursery furniture at a garage sale and the crib was given to us for free by friends who had twins. In my nesting mode, I could not relax until it was painted, since I couldn't do anything else since all my possessions (including shoes) were in storage. The painting didn't happen until a few weeks before I gave birth, on the balcony of our 3 bedroom apartment, which we had just moved into. Love the bandana, honey! (we used to dress our dog up in those, so I only had girly ones back in the day.)

I was proud of my decorating skills given our limited space and budget (and the kid hadn't even been born yet!) Though to us, our new 800 square foot place was a mansion (little less now with a family of four + dog).

I loved the creme paint and the new brushed nickle hardware I put on the drawers. I loved the baskets and how organized and *cute* yet *manly* everything was, how I made everything coordinate. I even hand sewed ribbons to the quilt and curtains in order to tie in more turquoise and personalized accents. Well, it didn't take long for that to go to shambles. As our son graduated to a toddler bed when we welcomed our second child into the world, we literally nailed the mattress down to the frame and duct taped dumbells to the bed as our child would somehow with super human strength, lift the bed and have it vertically balanced against the wall.

The fancy boutique bedding and glider rocker chair I sold on ebay to start my etsy jewelry shop as I realized I better get it out of here before it was rendered destroyed.

About 2 months ago, I redid the bedroom. Oh, it was fabulous. Gorgeous, red, blue, lots of work went into it. I found lots of great goodwill and garage sale pieces and painted everything to match.

When the eldest child came home and saw it, he was sooo excited! He absolutely loved it! But, now, it is once again in shambles. The cute mobile has been destroyed (yes, it was on the ceiling, how he flew up there and destroyed it is beyond me!) The shelving and art has been demolished. The hand painted letters of his name have been knocked down (they were up high people) Maybe when I get the urge, I will attempt to redo it, but for now, it is ground zero.

Well, that's my story of the evolution of a room, and every time I see a fancy design nursery with open shelving. I laugh and think to myself, "just you wait you clueless and adorable, expecting first time parents".