The Daily Hailey

In general, I don’t dream very much in my sleeps. I dream more when I’m pregnant, which isn’t uncommon at all, but in my regular, non-pregnant life, I rarely dream. I remember a small handful of times growing up, where my mom would wake me lightly in the night to make sure I was ok, having had a nightmare herself. I understand that well, as a mom who occasionally has horrible dreams involving her kids. And last night would’ve been that kind of night, but thankfully, when I woke up from my dream, it was morning.

I don’t really want to remember too much about my dream, so I’m not going to detail it all out on here. I will say that, in the dream, Solomon went missing. It was obvious he had been taken, not that he had wandered off. And what made it just that much worse was that everyone was speculating what had happened, but no one would help me. No one seemed concerned as they spitballed things like “Someone probably took him to hurt him at a party or something.” The dream did not resolve. It was just awful.

When I woke up, Brady was so understanding. He brought me a coffee and we watched a show to try and shake it off. It kind of worked, but I was pretty rattled. Part of me wanted to just hide up in our room for a bit, but the other part of me wanted to see my kids. Solly, specifically. Conveniently, we always get him and Dekker up first.

Poor Solly, haha! I lay on top of him and didn’t let him get up for a pretty long while 😆 He was completely fine, of course, but I wanted to hold him juuuuust a little bit closer. It grew into a massive tickle fight that Dekker eventually joined. We took our sweet time actually getting them up and starting the process of the morning.

Rowan is the next to wake up. He was still all snuggled up in his bed. I went and lay on top of him, too, which he loves. One of the first things he said to me was regarding the evening before. He had broken rules, and he wanted to address it immediately. He confirmed his consequence and was very graceful about it. Then he put on a brave happy face, and involuntarily accepted my tickle fight invitation 😉 He did really well this morning. We just took our time.

The girls were last. I greeted Laela tickle-fingers first, and attacked her armpits and neck. She just squealed! Wavy yelled to be in Laela’s bed, and she joined the tickle fight. So. Much. Girly. Screaming. It was awesome. Laela is a very soft, loving little snuggler, so she would just wrap me up in a big hug, and while I LOVED that, her little pits were all exposed, and I’d take advantage and restart the tickles. She would just howl. It was so fun. Again, we didn’t cut anything short. We just went with it.

Getting the kids up took probably five times longer than it usually takes, but my heart needed it, and we all just loved it.

I never want to stop having fun with these kids! Thank you Lord, for my children. Please keep them safe.