Mommybrain

So last night I had my third dream this summer about the first day of school. Quinn’s first day of school. Of kindergarten. Is this strange?

Any day now we’re supposed to receive the email from his preschool teacher telling us which of the two kindergarten classes he’s been assigned to. Which teacher he’ll have (Miss Jen or Miss Candy) and what kids will be in his class. Will he be in a class with kids he knows and likes? Will he be in a class with kids who’s parents I know and like? These are important questions.

Last night’s dream was the second one where the first day of school arrives and we still don’t know what class he’s in. But this one took the anxiety up a couple notches. Turned out there was concern that some of the kindergarten art supplies were infected with e coli. E coli???!!! Is this even possible? Can finger paints and googly eyes even get infected with a potentially life-threatening bacteria? Or have I turned into that neurotic mother? So Quinn actually has to stay home as there’s not a safe space for the kindergartners to do their kindergartening thing. But I go to the school. Oh yes, I must get to the bottom of this. When I get there I find out that he’s been assigned to Mr. Robert’s class.(!!!) Mr. Robert? I don’t even know of a Mr. Robert at the school. But in my dream, apparently he’s one of the middle school teachers who decided to trade in junior high hormones for five-year-old chaos. And then — because this is a dream about being at school — I’m trying to leave and I can’t find a safe way out. Every exit is blocked by something treacherous. And I can’t find my shoes. And my mother-in-law suddenly appeared.

At least I wasn’t in my underwear.