We've had house guests since Friday, and I'm tired. Boy came home sick from the "Other" Grandma's, and I'm tired. Mr. Hobbitfeet may have broken his ankle playing mini-golf, and (you guessed it), I am tired.
Yes, as a matter of fact, I did say mini-golf.
So while our house guests took Girl to the pool and Boy and Mr. H. slept, I tried to take a nap. Things were going well until I heard talking that had nothing to do with my dream. So, I woke up thinking I was needed. No one was there; Boy and Mr. H. were still sleeping.
I fell back asleep, and it happened again, over and over until I decided I was hearing a radio and walked around turning off fans and trying to hear the voices while awake. No luck.
So now I just feel insane, and dumb because I convinced myself that the voices were not in my dream.
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