Dreams

B. C. (before children) I had a lot of dreams. Some just scary, some happy, and some were reoccurring. About the time I started having children the dreams came much fewer and far between. Now it is rather rare that I dream and remember them when I wake up.

Last night I had a dream that I wish I hadn't. I dreamed that my four-year-old Lily died. She had been playing in the school ground with some other children and had fallen down a hill. She landed just right that it killed her instantly. In my dream I was devastated. I saw my self trying to plan a funeral and trying to go on living. It seemed impossible to do. I woke up, went to the bathroom and checked on the children only to return to my bed and the horrific vision of my dream.

Lily came in my bed this morning and I held her so tight she actually told me it was too tight. Why are the good dreams so hard to remember and the bad are so easily recalled. This dream is still in the back of my mind waiting for me to close my eyes agian. I think I have to learn to dream as Supermom.

I will not leave it here. I am going to lift you back up. I am trying to embrace the coupons as a way to save more money. Today I shopped for the week and spent $ 78.00 for all five of us. I saved $40.65 using coupons and my key card. That is improved over last weeks $65.00 and $20 saved. Perhaps I am only Supermom in the Supermaket.