Dreamsicle

I had a dream last night, and it was one of those where you wake up and you're still agitated by the events that took place.

We were in the beach house on Kauai, and I had been up for nearly two hours - I read for a while, then showered and dressed before the girls rolled out of their beds. I had brought the girls to the upper unit to get some breakfast, but Rob told me that his Mom and Christine had gone out to get breakfast and would be back soon.

Now, it should be noted that I eat breakfast within an hour of waking almost without fail. I wake up with the need to pee, and the need to eat - I usually squeeze a shower in there in an attempt to be more civilized (and because without a shower I feel like I spend my whole day waiting for the day to begin).

So, we were all hanging out, waiting for breakfast, and I was doing what I could to keep the girls busy. Another two hours passed before I finally pulled out some Triscuits and cheese to make melted cheesy crackers - a favorite after school snack.

Still, Rob maintained that his Mom would be back soon with breakfast and why couldn't we just wait. I argued that we HAD been waiting, and two hours was long enough for the girls to wait, and I'd been up for four hours and was HUNGRY, DAMMIT.

It took at least an hour after I woke up this morning to shake my feelings of frustration from that dream.