It's pretty sad when I can't have more interesting dreams than those with poopy diapers in them! I guess I've been dreading the after-effects of the stomach flu that Belle and the little boy I watch had.
Actually, my dream last night was interesting. There were weird travel plans in these little ski lift-type devices. And then came the colossal messy diaper!
Belle is feeling much better. She was sick on Friday, slept a lot of Saturday and then seemed fine on Sunday, but we think she got carsick, so Grandma got to experience the loveliness. Now, she seems mostly back to normal, though I don't think she has her full appetite back, yet. None of the rest of us have gotten sick. I was a little woozy, but that could be from cleaning up after her.
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Ug, that is like doing housework in your dreams. The worst part is that then you have to wake up and do it all over again.
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