As you can imagine, time is standing still as we are anticipating Brady’s MRI later today. In an effort to not just post about how hard waiting is, I’m going to tell you a funny story about a dream I had the other night 🙂
In my dream, we were on a family vacation somewhere where our hotel was attached to a mall. West Ed ish, but it was smaller. We had gotten up in the morning, and were getting some hotel breakfast together. The kids were doddling hard, so while they ate, Brady said he wanted to buy me a new pair of jeans.
Now, in reality, I have FINALLY found jeans that fit me the way they’re supposed to! I have a couple of pairs from Value Village. So, in the dream, Brady wanted to go to the actual store and buy me a fresh pair. So it made sense.
In the dream, he insisted on going to pick a pair on his own. He didn’t want my input. He just wanted to get me something by himself, which felt really sweet and also a little risky, haha! But I told him to go for it!
He returned shortly to the hotel, telling me there was a whole new jean hybrid (yup, go with it) and he wanted my input after all. So, I’ll clarify, in the dream, we fully just left the kids in the hotel, hahaha! Because we wanted to go shop without them. Lol! NOT reality, guys.
So we went to the mall and walked into American Eagle. It was oddly small and not very full. Brady pointed me to the wall of folded jeans, and guys, they were ALL flares. No burn on people who wear flares, but I do not, so it was kind of a shock in the dream. I was pretty hesitant. Then a sales associate started talking to Brady begrudgingly.
“Did you talk to her about the insurance yet?” she asked him.
He kind of laughed awkwardly, as he hadn’t, because his gut was right that I didn’t want any of the flared jeans. So he told her he hadn’t. And she got very snarky and rolled her eyes BIG TIME at us.
Then there was a chuckle behind us, and we turned around to see the manager, stacking a display table with (wait for it) hundreds and hundreds to tins of corn…
*shrugs*
She was quietly shaking her head at the situation and commented “Whatever, their loss!” As if somehow, not getting insurance on my jeans would’ve been a great travesty.
At that point, we saw that the new “hybrids” were all only $20. Definitely a costly item that needed insuring.
So we left, and went back to the kids, who hadn’t missed a beat, left alone in a hotel room.
Oy. What a thing. What a stupid dream, haha! But it was a good light moment in this otherwise horrifically overwhelming week!