I’m totally suffering this morning: Kids, breakfast, Christmas Eve, laundry, dishes, secretly gathering/wrapping presents (okay, maybe this is more the wife than me), etc. Sometimes the holiday vacation days seem like more work than actually going to work–SCREAMS! BANGS! MORE SCREAMS! “DAAAAAD!”
I just woke up from one of the coolest dreams I’ve had in a while. When my alarm brought me out of it I just laid there with my eyes closed hoping for a chance to slip back into my unconscious trance. I poured over the details of the dream trying to reconstruct the world I knew was quickly slipping away from my tethered hold on reality. The details slowly came back to me as a soft pinprick of light blossoming in the dark, the Big Bang of my astral plane.
Comfy, sunshine yellow illumination filled my vision slowly dampening revealing
I’ve meant to post this story for a few weeks now, and I’m glad I finally found the time to do so. This is one of those stories that you tell your friends about other people and say things like, “My child knows better than to do something like that” or “I can’t imagine what else goes on inside that home.” Well as it turns out, this story is about my family. Yup, that’s right. Today until the end of forever, we are that family.
This story starts out like any other story