weird dream

Funny how dreams come and go. Most of the time the memories are of people or places. Dreamed of an old friend, but the dream got weirder each moment aside from being in a hotel evidently owned by Donald Trump. My friend was teaching or performing in the building when there was a robbery. She was wearing yoga pants, I think. I know one robber wasn't wearing pants. My son was in the dream. I think he was learning yoga or listening to Trump talk about his desire to be president. I don't think my old friend noticed me. The robbers' getaway was like in a movie with a leader shooting a stooge for mouthing off as they drove off in a convertible.

why I have three children

I don't care either way about a lot of things because in the grand scheme they don't deal with me.

In theory, I'm anti-abortion for I would never feel right about terminating a pregnancy unless there was no baby to be born. I love my wife and our union brought about our three wonderful children. None of my kids were "Oops" babies in that J said she wanted a baby so I complied. For economic reasons, they are spaced out by 4+ years, so that there's a ten year difference between youngest and oldest.

Having children is stressful. Each is different, but having had a miscarriage before we were parents made the 9 month wait seem more anxiety filled than I'd like to admit.

I am not going to try to be a phony and push my kids towards meaningless accomplishments, but rather build a foundation for lifelong independence.