Too Much Childcare

Tuesday Night:

I had a dream that involved me babysitting (or something?) Hugo but he was off at like holiday program down the track or something. And then I got worried and walked along the dirt road to where he was walking back with the group, except that he was really really dehyrated and fainting. So I picked him up and carried him back to where he'd been before, and got him checked out by someone but not an actual doctor. As we were waiting for the doctor we realised that he had a worm in his stomach (thanks House) and it came out through his bellybutton. So that was good, but then it crawled up and around his neck and attached itself to his tongue cos the woman who was supposed to be looking after him wasn't watching. But I got it off and we got him water and he was ok.

Wednesday:

I texted The Parents to make sure all three of the kids were ok, because I am a crazy girl who will stress out until she knows for sure. And they sent me cute pics of Hugo and Syddy.

Wednesday Night:

I was at a churchy-type building but I think we went in there looking for a restaurant. There was this mum being a bitch to her daughter and eventually the daughter burst into tears. Then she wrenched away from the mum and came running to me for a big hug.
(Then somehow me and my grandma were driving a car that looked like a trolley slash Laura's little jeepy thing slash bike and I had to figure out how to drive it.)

Soooo....

Is my subconsious saying I'm crap at the looking after kids thing? Or that I'm awesome?

Edited to add: That Wednesday Night one was totally a dream as well, in case you thought I really was about to crash a trolley/jeep/scooter thing while my grandma was in it.

Hugo

Before I left, I made a list of things that Hugo was into at that moment. Partly because mum had done something similar in his book, and partly because I thought it would be interesting, especially considering where he was when we (T, Jack and Hugo, and me) first came in the room.

It's been sitting on my desk for weeks now, and so that I can throw it out, I'm typing it up.

• "arounds" = streetlights. He'll also echo you if you tell him they're streetlights.
• "preschool room empty"
• going over speed bumps (roots) or updowns (cracks) on the yellow bike. Incidentally, Jack makes speedbumps out of paddlepop sticks on the car mat.
• "drains" and counting drains. Especially likes the Number Five Drain. Does this at home as well, where they have lots more than we do, including on one the bottom of the pool.
• books: Bear Hunt and Possum In The House.
• on the swing: Cheeky Monkeys.
• letters: "S.A.N.Y.O. Music!" (hee!) and my KSA, Champion, etc tees.
• boxes with things (textas, pegs, puzzle pieces) in them to shake.
• bread cut in four pieces.
• fav letter: K.
• "in the tunnel" changing to "in the tunneal!" Tunnels can be lots of things, most notably, behind the block and shelves, where we lost 75% of all our puzzle pieces as well as textas, paddlepop sticks, and god know what else.