Tired

Today I read DJ The Napping House, then he wanted to act it out, as he does with most things we read or watch these days. I was the "snoring granny," Mary Cate was the "dreaming child," and DJ was the "dozing dog." During our second time through, laying on the couch with my eyes closed and Mary Cate sleeping on my chest proved to be too much for me. Midway through reciting the rhythmic text, I sort of dozed off directly into a dream about something that involved giving someone directions (teaching? war? Harry Potter?). I jerked awake when I realized I was talking out loud. I opened my eyes and DJ was looking at me, confused. He just said, "Mom, I think you need to read it out of the book," and handed it to me.