Tuesday, March 24, 2015


Today we're going to talk dreams. Okay?

Because I had one. A dream. That's not really unusual. But here's what is-- I remembered it. I never remember my dreams. Ever. But this one? It was so epically important that it's now seared into my brain.

Before I tell you my dream, can we just pause here for a second so that I can tell you that my sister is a crazy dreamer. Like, off the hook crazy. When she was pregnant, almost all of her dreams were haunted by H.R. Puffinstuff (remember him?). He chased her everywhere. And me, being the goodly sister I am, tried forever to find a doll, an image, a poster, anything that I could send her to solidify her haunting.

Anywho. Here's my dream. I'm tempted to call it a prophecy. Maybe even a revelation. Ready?

I created a game that was instituted all across the world. Every Saturday, The Husband (and all the husbands across the world) would roll a dice. Whatever number it landed on was the number of hours he was required to do any task I required of him.

Let's repeat.
He had to do whatever I told him to do. No questions asked.

Bam. That's some genius.

So, what do you think? Whose game? We could all gather at my house and make super cute and crafty dice (and secretly every side would be the number 6). And then we can wrap them up real pretty and present them to our spouses. And then we can be all, like, "There's this new law. Roll the dice. Don't ask questions."

I'm thinking this could really be a thing. Maybe all the things forever more. I forsee only a slight hiccup. What if you don't have a husband? Never fear, I got your back. I'll gift one of my husband's hours to you. We can create a kind of rolling rotating system. That way, all the women in the huge world can get their way every Saturday. The more I write about this, the more excited I get. I say we do this!

I have another dream. But first, don't you love this sign? Child #1 drew it. Yes, I know you're jealous.

Here's my other dream-- I want to live in the country. Like, a farm house with land. Lots of land. And probably a few chickens. With a darling barn where I can craft and do puzzles.

I'm positive that country living would cure this constant ache that sits behind my eyes. The ache that screams, "There has got to be more to life than this." And it just seems to me that life is more ideal if you live on lots of land. And how bad can things be if you have these adorable chicks running around? When the children are annoying, I can just venture into the barn. You see what I'm saying?

And just to keep it real, The Husband grew up on a farm. A for legit, dairy farm. There's no way on this green earth he'll ever move to the country. He's a dream crusher, that's for sure.

What are you dreaming of lately? I really wanna know.
H.R. Puffinstuff?

1 comment :

Stamp With Linz said...

I'll tell you my dream I had on Sunday night later. It was haunting. But let's talk about YOUR dream. How can we make this happen? Amy, Taryn, and I all came up with this awesome idea of all moving to a farm. We had all the jobs covered...except the farmer part. We told Taryn she had to find a farmer to marry to make this happen. She's on the hunt. ;)