I didn’t know I was an addict until this moment!
It took COVID-19 to happen for me to find out a little more about myself. Just when I thought I had dealt with all my emotions and crap. Here comes one more for the books.
So last night I fell out around 1:00. Things are getting weird around here if my husband and I start to watch 90-day Fiance. I mean, that has to be one of the dumbest shows made. The storyline is dragged out and goes way to slow for me.
Anyway, I fell asleep to that (bored me to death)
Here I am in a dead sleep and having the best dream of my life. It felt like my dream lasted for days (Those are the best dreams). When I woke up, I turned to my husband and was going to say, can you believe that happened. But to my surprise, he wasn’t there.
He had already stumbled down the stairs to have a bowl of oatmeal and a banana.
I laid back down and tried to continue my dream. Then that’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks!
I’m an addict
I’m addicted to sports. It’s been too long since I’ve seen a game and I’m losing my damn mind. My life is centered around sports. All of my kids are athletes, which means my husband and are usually watching them practice or playing a game. Sports have always been a big part of my life, and I will watch any sport you put on T.V.
But last night I dreamt that my son was playing football and playing a team with gigantic athletes. He was using his hands like nunchucks (nunchaku) and swerve passed their offensive line so he could sack the quarterback.
There he was face to face with the quarterback, and the last thing he saw before my son tackled him was hands.
DOWN GOES FRAZIER!!!!
AWWWW WHAT A FANTASTIC PLAY!
Then, unfortunately, I woke up and realized it was all a dream…. oh well
Stay safe, my friends!
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