The other night I had this weird dream.
I blame it on the combination of the chicken I had for supper and the extreme heat wave in our apartment.
It was a dark and stormy night. We were in our upstairs apartment. Our baby was in his carrier in our yard. There were tree branches littered everywhere. The poor little guy was screaming his lungs out so I went outside to get him.
All of a sudden there were these two snakes. They were slithering around in the yard in some kind of mating ritual.
Yes, I actually dreamed that.
I went back inside to tell Darren to kill the snakes so the baby would stop crying. Unfortunately, he was too busy paying attention to his OTHER wife. Somehow the only thing I felt was annoyance. I decided to kill the snakes myself. Because if I didn't, they would either (a) eat my child, or (b) go somewhere and produce hundreds of snake babies.
And somehow this all made sense in my dream.
I went to the shed and grabbed a hoe. The baby was still crying. The wind was blowing through the trees and limbs were falling all around me. I walked over to those snakes and BAM BAM BAM, slammed that hoe down on their writhing bodies. I was so mad at my husband for not taking care of this so I could get our baby in the house out of the storm.
And then I woke up. And I was annoyed with him for a little while.