My husband took our son out to do fun things. They went to the park, to the hardware store, to the grocery store- they were gone a while.
But, here's what's funny...
In my sleepy state, I woke up and I was thinking they were coming home soon... but I wasn't thinking "My husband and son will be home soon". Instead, I was thinking, "My husband is bringing the real grown ups home..."
I'm not sure how to explain this feeling, but it was so real: I would half wake up and think "He's going to bring the parents home to take care of us."
Now, I'm sure there are all kinds of interpretations for this strange half-dream I was having. I guess in my mind, I'm wishing someone else was in charge. Sometimes it does seem to be a little too much.
I'm 37 years old, and I still wonder when I'll feel like a "grown up".
|You mean, someone else isn't going to clean this wall?|
Once I finally woke up *for real*, it took a few groggy minutes to re-orient and realize that help was *not* coming. We are IT. We are the parents.
|Dear Mom and Dad: Yes, you ARE in charge here!|