Not a snow day!
Mar. 9th, 2009 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
averygoodun42It's snowing and *gasp* it's NOT a snow day! At least not for our town. The ironic thing is that this time it's that nasty, horrible, dangerous, slushy type of snow. The kind that means driving is just an exercise in hydroplaning...
Yeah. Go figure.
But, we all managed to get up and out the door, and, with Geoff driving, got Babe to school only a few minutes late, despite the wrong turns, lack of traction and other fun adventures.
And on the way I saw just how beautiful the woods are right now. If it weren't snowing so heavily, I would be out taking pictures, but alas, my camera isn't waterproof.
The last few nights I've had horrible dreams. Night before last wasn't absolutely horrible, it was just that I dreamt I'd had a miserable night of sleep. Enough to make me wake feeling exhausted.
Last night's, however, was a fucking nightmare.
I dreamt that I found out, years after the event, that Babe might have been exposed to drugs. A friend of his babysitter admitted that back then, he'd been experimenting with drugs, and he couldn't remember, but he might have given Babe a dose or two of the needle.
!!!
All the horror and outrage and shock that I would feel in real life crashed on me in the dream, leaving me stumbling for something, whether it was hope or the hospital. I tried telling myself that it was years ago, that Babe survived and was fine, but the horror of the possible consequences was just so overwhelming I couldn't think straight. And underneath it all was the guilt that I had left Babe in that situation. It was as much my fault as anyone's.
My jaw still hurts from all the clenching it did last night.
Yeah. Go figure.
But, we all managed to get up and out the door, and, with Geoff driving, got Babe to school only a few minutes late, despite the wrong turns, lack of traction and other fun adventures.
And on the way I saw just how beautiful the woods are right now. If it weren't snowing so heavily, I would be out taking pictures, but alas, my camera isn't waterproof.
The last few nights I've had horrible dreams. Night before last wasn't absolutely horrible, it was just that I dreamt I'd had a miserable night of sleep. Enough to make me wake feeling exhausted.
Last night's, however, was a fucking nightmare.
I dreamt that I found out, years after the event, that Babe might have been exposed to drugs. A friend of his babysitter admitted that back then, he'd been experimenting with drugs, and he couldn't remember, but he might have given Babe a dose or two of the needle.
!!!
All the horror and outrage and shock that I would feel in real life crashed on me in the dream, leaving me stumbling for something, whether it was hope or the hospital. I tried telling myself that it was years ago, that Babe survived and was fine, but the horror of the possible consequences was just so overwhelming I couldn't think straight. And underneath it all was the guilt that I had left Babe in that situation. It was as much my fault as anyone's.
My jaw still hurts from all the clenching it did last night.
