Sunday, June 27, 2010


No matter how many years pass since my days as a waitress, my brain never fails to dig up the 'ol restaurant employment file to shake things up and cause me a restless night.

A serving nightmare can hit at anytime...a deep sleep in the middle of the night, a mid-day snoozer, a 20 minute power time is safe.

The theme of the dream is typically the, the old Italian dining stomping ground, and about 10 tables sat at once. No matter what I do I can't get drinks on time, can't get orders right, and can't remember what people had ordered when I go to type them in. I'm simply stuck so far in the weeds that not even another person's help can help, and I just need to try to keep the guests as happy as possible so they don't just walk out.

These dreams send me into such an anxiety ridden panic that my heart races and my breathing excellerates. I wake up in a cold sweat thanking my lucky stars it was only a dream...they always seem so real that I swear they actually are affecting my psyche.

Today I was actually able to sneak in an hour nap, but was left frustrated and even more exhausted by the insanity my brain was stewing up.

In this serving nightmare I had actually returned back to waiting tables after already having other jobs and my children. It had been so long that I had "forgotten" how to serve. I came incredibly ill prepared, and had even worn ridiculously high wedge sandals with my uniform. The restaurant had changed the way they served bread and butter at the table since I had worked there, and no matter what I did I just couldn't get the set up right....and NO ONE would help me. Meanwhile I had about 10 tables angrily waiting for me to get their drinks, bread and appetizers to them at the same time, while a new manager just followed me around complaining about everything I did.

I tossed, turned, and perspired so hard through my "nap" that I woke up soaking wet from the ordeal.

Now, I have had multiple jobs since leaving the waiting world, but none have left such an imprint on my hippocampus.

Hopefully my brain won't decide to revert back to finish that dream when I close my eyes this evening...although, I really do wonder if I ever got the food to the table on time...

Monday, June 21, 2010

is there, or isn't there?

Jonas and I tend to have some of our best conversations during the car ride home after daycare. Last friday had to be one of the best of all time...

"I want juice mommeeeeee!"

"Ok, you can have some juice when we get home"

"Dylan have milk mommy....da milk is in your boobies"

"No, there isn't any milk in mommy's boobies anymore"

"Yes dare is"

" there isn't anymore honey. Dylan only drinks bottles now"

"Yes dare IS MOMMY!"

"No, I really don't think there is anymore"

"YES DARE IS MOMMY! dare is milk in only one. dare is milk in one and not de oder"

"Oh really! so what you are saying is that only one boobie has milk in it still?"

"Yeah...only one has milk mommy...but not de oder one"

"Well ok...if you say so, but I really don't think so!"

And we left it at that...changing the subject to how we like green leaves and think we see alligators in the  water we drive by.

p.s. there is no milk in one.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

welcoming myself back to the blogosphere

Whew! It's been a bit longer than I had anticipated from my last post. I guess you can say a little something called life got in the know, tending to children, working, feeding hubby, working, tending to children, and so on.

A lot has been going to catch you up, here is a breakdown:

Work trip to Dallas and the Byron Nelson

(my awesome window seat....that had a beautiful view of a wall)

My birthday weekend in Siesta Key

Summer fun

Our first annual pig roast

The boys growing like beanstalks and getting into mischief 

A visit from my sis and baby niece

So there it is...or there it was....and here I am hopefully being good about being back.