Last night, I had the craziest dream. I dreamt I had another baby, a boy. Annika was so excited to have a baby around and immediately asked when I was going to have another one, like it’s just a regular thing with me. Anders was super helpful. Annika is so persistent though, that I remember after she asked the millionth time (in this dream), I said “where are we going to put another baby? In a drawer?” And she said, “well, I could share my room some more…”

Then, Dak lost his job and came home and was totally nonchalant about it, saying “Don’t worry, I can just work at Arby’s. It’ll be fine.” I was, of course, freaking out about that and trying to think about how I have three kids now and no money, then coming back to how weird it is that I had three kids.

I kept waking up during the dream a little, and each time I would drift back to sleep, hoping that the dream would get better. It didn’t work; I woke up shaken.

I have been overwhelmed lately and I’m not really sure what to do except keep surviving and breathing. I feel like my dreams could be a little more helpful, brain.