Today I woke up at 5 am to take Yohannes to the airport, and then came home and went back to sleep because I had a fever.
I woke up again a little while later with two little children running and jumping on my bed. I fed them breakfast, (graciously made by Solger) and then went back to sleep because I had a fever.
In my fevered sleep, I dreamt that we lived in an apartment complex with the Obamas and the cast of Boyhood. As the aforementioned people began to stream into our messy apartment, Yohannes “reminded” me that we had a building meeting which he had offered to host without telling me. I scrambled to pick up toys and bandaid wrappers off the floor, and then asked where the children were. No one knew. So Obama (whose children were also MIA) and I left the apartment to find our respective children.
I woke up for the third time this morning to the sound of Lily yelling that she had to go poo. Nati had boobie trapped the bathroom door closed, using approximately 30,000 miles of yarn, which was attached to various knobs and handles throughout the room. Nati and Lily had each sprinkled copious amounts of pixie dust (glitter) into their hair, and all over the carpet in the hallway.
The glitter in the carpet looks pretty evenly distributed. I guess that’ll just be its new style, I thought. “Cool boobie trap!” I told Nati. I took Lily to the bathroom.
Then, I put on a tv show for the kids and went back to sleep, because all was as it should be, and because I had a fever.
“I Have Thoughts About the Revolution, But I Have Not Slept and Can’t Find My Other Shoe” -Essays That We, As Ladies of Early Middle Age, Would Like To See Written