I turned in two very official pieces of paperwork to our lawyer yesterday. These two pieces of paper are going in the mail today so they can be signed by the judge Monday - during court for Dude and Dolly. They officially drop us out of the legal intervention. They make everything very final.
I woke up in the middle of the night convinced my phone had rang and that I had spoken with Ms. Colorado. The details were so vivid. She told me that she went out to dinner with a friend. She never even apologized for calling me in the middle of the night because she wanted to tell me that we just HAD to stay "in" the case again. This friend of hers had information that everything was going to implode on Monday at court and Ms. Colorado wanted us in court for it. She wanted to let me know right away.
I was able to wake up enough to realize that it was just a very cruel dream.
But I went back to sleep and dreamed about Dude and Dolly coming home to me. I dreamed that they were shell-shocked but acted like it was perfectly normal to come back. I remember hugging them and telling them, "I loved you the whole time you were gone. I love you even when I can't see you."
I never dreamed about the babies when they lived with me. I rarely dream about my kids. Not sure why. Instead I dream all the time about old jobs I've had, schools I've gone to, and getting lost. I'm always getting lost in my dreams.
But now my babies are going to haunt my dreams?!
I hope not.
I'm rather out of sorts this morning. It was all too vivid.
So vivid, I had to get out my phone right away and check my call list to make sure the first dream wasn't real.
It's over. It's all over.
I'm glad I've got an appointment Monday that will keep me from driving an hour away to sit in court and hear it all first hand. Part of me wants to hear the ending myself. But I know how this story ends Monday. And I'm being written out of it officially.