The next dream I had was last night. Now, when Gina reads this she will probably think haha--that's karma(I'll explain after the dream), but it was freaky! Okay, so last night I had this dream that the reason Evan isn't sleeping through the night (other than the fact that he is 2 months old) was because there were ghosts in his room that kept picking him up and playing with him (or waking him up rather). . .It really freaked me out--the thought of some random spirit in my child's room picking him up. . .FREAKY!! Now, first off--yes, I do believe in ghosts and I do believe that children are more susceptible to seeing them. In fact, I'm positive that Camden has had an encounter or 2 with my grandparents who have passed. Secondly, the reason Gina will laugh is because I totally freaked her out a few weeks ago when I told her that the reason Ella always looked past her instead of at her is because she was intrigued with the spirits floating around. . .SORRY! :) So, I was thinking about this dream today when I was taking Camden to school and all of a sudden it hit me--Evan must've been crying and the reason I was dreaming that (b/c he was crying a lot in this dream) is because I was hearing him but not waking up. . .HOLY CRAP! The good news is, he wasn't hungry b/c I had already gotten up to feed him, and he obviously put himself back to sleep. The bad news is--my poor baby was crying for me and I didn't come b/c I couldn't pull myself out of the lack of sleep coma I was in. He'll survive, but still. . .
I keep telling myself that all of this stuff is going to get easier--but I'm thinking that my life is about to get a lot harder-before it gets easier. . .I hope that people who hear me don't think I'm trying to wish away my children's childhoods, or that I don't love them! I feel guilty every day for wishing Evan was just sleeping longer, or Camden would just get out of this stubborn phase. . .Those of you on facebook know--I'm like someone with bipolar disorder--one second I'm great, the next I'm the complete opposite! The fact is, I'm trying to get through all of this one day at a time---and every day truly feels like a lifetime without Jason here. I feel so blessed to have girlfriends who will listen to me whine, and have me and my kids over for dinner and to destroy their houses !:) I feel blessed to have 2 healthy and, for the most part, happy children--I just pray every day that I don't ruin them because I lose my cool, or even just breakdown and cry in front of them. I feel blessed that even though my husband is away--he will be back, and I do have a reunion to look forward to. I feel blessed that within one hour of my house I have 3 sets of parents who call me almost every day (at least one set a day, they must have a schedule :)) and want to do everything they can to help us all get through this so we can move on by Christmas! I feel the need to write all of this because it's been almost a month, and to those who are close to me, I feel like I've complained more than I've laughed--especially this week for some reason. Don't give up on me, I promise it will get better--and thank you all for being there! WE love you and WE couldn't get through this without you!!