I didn't get to post on my family blog tonight, because the domain forwarding STILL isn't working. I'll have to get on the phone with GoDaddy about that again tomorrow. Tonight, I don't want to deal with it, I just want to make my blog entry and get to bed. Jarod waited until after midnight again to go to sleep. I'm trying to start being good and get my before bed routine done each night, starting tonight, so here I am.

They say that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results, right? But I'm not sure what to change, here. Last week, I dreamt my family was on a sinking ship. We were actually on a vacation, on a private yacht with a crew of two, no less (don't know how we managed that). As we're getting ready for bed, we notice the galley is filled with water, about ankle deep, and it seems to be coming from a couple of leaks. I go to put the kids to bed anyway, thinking we'll fix it, or that at least the leak is slow enough that we'll get them off board in the morning, but shortly after I tuck them in, the whole boat starts to tip and go under. So there we are, all floating in the water, with everything lost. It was an extended trip, so we'd even brought school supplies, all our clothes, everything. All gone. Nobody died. But everything was lost.

Then, I dreamt I was leaving the grocery store. My hands were full, and the kids were walking without me. For some reason, so was Jarod. Then, Jarod runs out in front of a truck. I dropped everything and ran after him, but you know how dreams are. I just couldn't run fast enough. Tamara tried to run after him, but couldn't get him. A stranger ended up saving him.

Both of the dreams are still deeply disturbing to me, many days later. Nobody seems to understand this, or get it at all. I feel like my mind is trying to tell me something. Something bad is going to happen. Something really bad is going to happen around here...IF SOMETHING DOESN'T CHANGE.

But what? What do I change?

I had thoughts today of asking my mom if Grandpa would be willing to rent out the beach house to us. I could go down there with the kids, put them in school and work. That would certainly be something different, right?