We’ve all the dream where we show up to take a final for a class we forgot to attend all semester, yes? Last night I dreamt that I was dropping Bub off at school for pajama day. Except that I forgot to dress him in pajamas. I also forgot to bring his pillow, and to make pancakes for the class. I stood watching him line up, dressed in real clothes. Stupid jeans and a stupid shirt, and shoes that were not slippers. Not even an inch of flannel Mario on his little body.
How nice that even my stress dreams have grown up.