The oddest dreams seem to come when there isn’t as much time to sleep — like this morning between 5:30 (when I woke up having to use the bathroom) and 6:45 (alarm rings).

I answered the door for a cleaning service (note: we have never used a cleaning service, but in the dream we had used them before). Our house was actually my parents’ old house where I grew up, not our actual house. Though, my husband was my actual husband.

The service people pulled up in the driveway, and began unloading tons of furniture and accessories, which they stacked on top of each other. I looked up and saw the stacks swaying. It seems this fictional cleaning service was planning on not only cleaning the house, but redecorating, assuming we would love what they did and purchase the new furniture items.

I was angry about this, and would not let them in my house. Their representative was a woman I knew from college, but haven’t seen or heard from since (almost 10 years).

Next thing I know, I’m chatting with this woman as she’s having her hair done.

Still working on that “emergency” site that I’ve had to drop everything for. Of course there were changes to my initial posting.

I’m fine on time, it’s just been putting me in a bad mood and messing up my schedule.

And it certainly feels like a Monday. Hoops and Yoyo say it best.

I am a web developer for a software company. The main part of my job is to post websites that plug into our core application.

Found out today I need to set up an “emergency” site for a demo on Wednesday. At least I have until the *end* of the day tomorrow. I can’t exactly drop everything today since I am also working with our developers to add a new module, that needs to be done today.

At least my co-workers are picking me up some sushi for lunch …

We had to open the gifts from my mother-in-law, since we didn’t want to have to check a suitcase. Airline security probably wouldn’t like it if we didn’t know what was in our bags.

We’ll still have some stuff coming from her later — as this was just the ‘stocking stuffers,’ though, all this stuff wouldn’t actually have fit in my stocking! Things like PJs, bath and body stuff (most of which exceeds the 3oz limit and will have to be mailed), chocolate, socks and underwear (is that appropriate?) …

Since we’re here, we went shopping and bought some early gifts for MIL and Grandma as well, so at least we won’t have to worry about that later!

Only a few weeks until Christmas Concert season, where I’ll be performing for nearly three weeks straight …

My bag was searched at the airport because they thought my candles were jelly.

And I was instructed that my tiny bottles of saline and lotion, etc. need to be stored in one-quart zipper bags, not one-gallon. (oops!)

She let me off with a warning to use the right size next time! Mom-in-law had the right size bags so I’m good for the trip home tomorrow …