Class of 2001

I woke up at 9:20AM this morning.  More like jolted awake because I was shocked at how late it was (Joe was up with Maddie - does it every day he's home).  I'm usually out of bed before then and have woken up multiple times before that.  But this morning I was busy having one of those high school dreams:  I had a test to study for and a paper due and was down to my final night to do both, but instead I was consoling an old friend (from high school even) who had just endured a break up (much like high school).  It was nuts, and I was starting to panic.  I wanted to be doing my work instead of consoling her but couldn't figure a way out of it.  Stupid.  Thankfully, I woke up before I freaked out.  I've had these before and they vary between high school and college settings.  What set this one apart from any other I've had was that there was an older lady walking around carrying one of my favorite desserts.  As things sort of melt and morph in dreamland, I cannot remember if she was carrying around Gigi's Cupcakes or a couple of DQ Blizzards.  Strange.

Why dreams display anxiety in the form of forgetting to do your homework, I'm not exactly sure, but I can kind of see this dream's applicability to my life as we know it currently.  My homework right now is to be sorting and packing.  Last night I did pack up another box, making a total of 3.9 packed up.  It's not a whole lot.  I need to do more.  Lots more.  I have no idea what the consoling of the friend means.  Maybe it was just that I saw a picture of her on FB for the first time in a long while the other day.  As for the desserts and the old lady, I almost wonder if it's something about older people having something I desire...maybe stability...things are set up - retirement, savings, etc.  Or, I just really like sweets, and Gigi's Cupcakes is building a shop here in town as we speak.  Not everything has to have a deep meaning I suppose.

It's been a busy weekend what with the non-farewell birthday party Friday evening followed by a 5 year old's birthday party on Saturday.  Yes, the farewell was in fact not a farewell.  It was also held outside.  In GA.  In June.  Nothing like sitting in wet underwear for two hours, not to mention trying to keep a poor, sweaty baby happy in the heat.  Other than that, it was okay.  No drama. 

I do need to get my shit in order, though.  With actual socializing comes less time at home to do stuff.  It's a weird week, though.  Joe's last day of work is actually supposed to be on Wednesday (not Thursday like I thought).  He's also got a couple of phone interviews scheduled this week for other jobs and should be hearing back regarding the one I've already posted about as well.  There's a lot going on.  A whole lot.  Lots of upcoming changes.  It's really easy to want change and need change, but it's not always easy to actually go through it.  For me it's always mourning the end of something, even if it was shitty sometimes.  It's a part of your life that's done and you won't get back.  Soon, our time in the Army and in Georgia will just be a memory.  Hmm.