Crazy dreams

I know I haven't posted Nick's 7 month update yet, and I'm totally going to, but let's be honest, he's just as adorable, noisy, and happy as last month. He's sleeping through the night on his stomach, and he poops pretty often, with the exception of the past two days, which I have a sneaking suspicion means he is constipated. But really, aside from my mom and possibly Jay, who wants to read about my son's bowel movements? Nobody? Ok then.

SO until I post how glorious my 7 month old is, let me regale you with a little tale I like to call "Nightmare's on M(elissa) Street".

Yesterday morning started off pretty sucky. I side-swiped a car in the parking garage at work, mostly just removing a foot-long streak of the car's paint. Instantly I burst into tears because, hello, I have a conscience. I called my dad who was probably annoyed, but didn't let on -- though he did tell me "quit crying...they weren't even in the car!" ha, touche dad. (Seriously though he made me feel a ton better.) So I called my insurance, filed a claim, and left an "OMG I TOTALLY HIT YOUR CAR I'M SO FRICKIN' SORRY BUT I CRIED A LOT AND THEN CALLED MY INSURANCE AND THEY'RE TOTALLY GOING TO PAY FOR IT SO DON'T HIT MY CAR IN RETALIATION PLEASE" note on their car and went to work.

Todd frowned a lot when I told him what happened, and I'm pretty sure he took mental notes for his personal ammunition files when I start back up with the "but I neeeeed a new car" pleading. But he hugged me and said it was ok anyway. And then threatened divorce if our insurance rates go up. (KIDDING)

But all the crying I did in the morning, combined with the yucky sore throat I've had all week apparently decided to team up and give me a full blown cold. Thus my nose was running like a faucet while attempting to give Nick his nightly bottle last night, and putting him to bed was only prolonged by the fact that he woke up like I'd just fired a gun in his ear every time I sneezed.

So after Nick was finally down and sleeping peacefully, I decided I should take some Nyquil and call it a day. Naturally though, the only medicine we had in our medicine cabinet was some expired tylenol cold & flu, some REALLY expired benadryl, and a teaspoon of generic nyquil that barely constituted a worthy dosage, and may or may not have expired as I couldn't quite tell if the expiration date said 4/10 or 4/18. (After purchasing some new generic nyquil this morning at Giant, I am fully aware that the stuff I took last night must've expired in 2010 as the bottle I bought this morning expires in 2014 and there is no possible way that the older bottle's expiration date was four years later than the new one. I digress.)

WELL, apparently expired generic Giant brand nyquil gives me crazy dreams.

Around 1:22am, Nick started crying (he's cutting a tooth on the bottom - seriously, he's like a piranha) so I wobbled to his crib in a dazed nyquil cloud, picked him up, and rocked him back to sleep. I went back to bed and 10 minutes later he was crying again. Knowing I didn't feel well, Todd put his hand on my back and said "I got him". No complaints here -- I instantly passed back out.

And during that time I dreamt that Todd went to pick up Nick, brought him back to our room, and said "he can just sleep in our bed". To which I went ballistic. I started cursing and using the F word like nobodies business. I picked up Nick and said to Todd "well that's just F-ing ridiculous. Why are we going to have him sleep in our bed all night? This is F-ing stupid. F-ing crazy. I'm so F-ing pissed. UGH!" And I took Nick into the other room and held him while muttering more profanity.

Only it didn't really happen. When Todd left for work at 5:30am, I was in a complete nyquil coma, but feeling horrible that I had flown off the handle at him. So as he kissed me goodbye (which I couldn't understand because I would've been so pissed at me) I said "did you want to bring Nick in here to sleep in our bed last night?" Todd sounded confused and said "no? why?" and I said "did I get mad at you?" and Todd said "no...I don't think so?" I had dreamt the whole thing. And that was that -- I don't remember any more of our conversation because my nyquil hangover knocked me back out.

I also had a horrendous dream about my parents getting a divorce and my dad having to go live in an apartment on top of a gas station and my mom using all the divorce settlement money to buy new appliances for the whole house (which I think stemmed from my mom telling me last night that she was looking to get a new washer/dryer).

But holy mackerel was that a bizarre night. I woke up still convinced that I had cursed Todd out for helping out with the baby, and that my parents were on the verge of divorce. I blame it all on the Giant brand expired nyquil.

But damn if that didn't stop me from buying a brand new bottle of the exact same stuff this morning. Can't wait to see what I dream about tonight!