Just not the sweet and nice dreams the song might suggest.
I am now utterly convinced that Spenser hates me. And that saddens me.
Not how I dreamed being a mother would be.
Just got down bailing the back yard.
The grass was literally knee high. Thanks to tons of rain, and a swamp for a backyard, we hadn't been able to mow. I was literally losing Lucy in the great savanna that was the back yard.