Whoa, Baby! Nightmares about Motherhood

I have had a disturbing dream quite a few times now. In my dream, I am working, out with friends, at a function...whatever. Basically, I am out of the house. All of a sudden, I will remember I have a baby who is only a few weeks old. My baby. An actual baby I gave birth to. Horror fills my heart to the brim. I rush off to find my poor, neglected baby at home.

When I pick up the baby, he or she is crying, filthy, and starving. My heart breaks as I give the baby food, a bath, a clean diaper, etc. After I get it all taken care of, though, I try to hide the fact that I completely forgot about the baby.

Is this disturbing, or what? My hubby and I have no children yet and I know this wouldn't happen. Yet every time I wake up from this dream, I feel very apprehensive. Has anyone else had dreams like this but turned out to be a wonderful mother? This is starting to affect my confidence as a potential mother. Crazy, I know, but I can't shake the feeling even now, just thinking about it.

Whoa, Baby! Nightmares about Motherhood

Complaint Free Week

Hey, all. Where do I keep disappearing to? I really don't know. :-) I've just needed time away from the computer lately so whenever I'm not working, I tend to run away from it. I came across a challenge on The Striving Wife blog called the Complaint-Free Week Challenge. And ya know what? I'm going to take it.

I never saw myself as much of a complainer until recently when I started to read books, articles, etc. that brought to light just how much I really do complain. Whether it's in the form of a sarcastic comment, nagging the hubby, making a quip about someone in passing, or just incessantly saying "I'm tired," the complaints are there and they are affecting my attitude and ultimately, my life.

So, bloggy friends, do you think you can get through the week without complaining at all?

Complaint Free Week

Laundry Debacle

Recently, I made some HUGE laundry mistakes. Thinking to myself that the rules of laundry don't apply to me, I tossed my hubby's jeans, white jerseys, and some other darks and whites into the wash. Together. Honestly, it would have been fine except I didn't notice that I put very dirty jeans in there. Hubby had been working on a demolition project with his cousin.

Hubby nags me about mixing colors and whites, but lets it go after a few minutes. Until he pulled his white jerseys out (Cardinals jerseys, I think). He then notices one has dirty spots all over it thanks to the jeans. Oops. The other one is ok, so he starts to put it on. Did I mention these two shirts were his favorites? He starts to button up the jersey when he realizes that not one, not two, but THREE buttons fell off in the wash. Boy, did I hear it then.

I have now realized that the rules of laundry do apply to me. Break them and the washer will cut off your buttons and make you look like a complete tool.

Laundry Debacle