My middle brother and his wife drove over an hour to bring the kids a present. I forgot they were coming and we’re out and can’t return quickly. I am a disorganized, useless, self-absorbed jerk. Wembley is distracting me from self loathing by asking me to make chicken noises, so there’s that.
ETA: The present was for the whole family. It’s a restored living room chair, nice and sturdy for when grandparents come over and want to have toddlers in their lap. I will have to send my brother and s-i-l a huge and sparkly thank-you note.
I had a dream last night that there was a science project I had forgotten to do that was due tomorrow, and also an algebra exam and I couldn’t for the life of me remember how to handle equations of any kind.
Only I couldn’t work on the project or study for the exam because I had been cast in this disaster movie, which was filming on location somewhere with snow several hours away. I’m pretty sure the movie involved weapons and caves. When we got there, the shooting was taking longer than scheduled, and told the director I had an exam the next day. He said, “no, you don’t,” with the implication that there was no way I was getting back to the exam, not that the exam was canceled or rescheduled.
The place where we (our family) was going to stay during the film shoot was this well-lit townhouse kind of layout that shared a “common room” with the unit nearest us, in sort of an L shape arrangement. The kitchen had high ceilings, tiles all the way up, and pendant lights over the bar like I’ve seen in a zillion HGTV shows about putting your loft unit on the market.
So. Stress, I think. I should do some homework.