This week was a rough night for sleep in our household. We both had disturbing nightmares.
I was teaching my class (I'm not sure if it was choir or German)when two students walked up and hit me across the face, hard across the face. I ran out crying and kept running down the hall to the administrative offices. Tears streaming down my cheeks I found a director and said "Two students just hit me on the face during class!" THEN as if getting hit in class were not the most terrifying thing, what happened next was: The director said "Well, what did you do to them to make them hit you?" Yeah. Thanks for your unwavering support.
Spencer's nightmare was:
That he was married to someone else (so cute no?) He soon realized that the person he married was not his best friend. So he tried to remember who his best friend was and he thought "Joanie is my best friend! Why I didn't I marry Joanie?" Then he woke up.
But thank goodness these were just night mares. No students have hit me in class, and Spencer managed to marry his best friend: ME! Our lives are pretty good.