Call Me Jekyll

Boy did I have a bad night.
Why? My brain is a sucker! And now my head hurts (a wee bit).

Ingo greeted me yesterday after work with: We won´t see each other much next week!

Oh, great! Now that he is no longer "temporarily" working for that company but really hired, he is a slave even more!
1 1/2 years he worked from 6-2 and next week from 2-10pm!!!!

Gah! I hate that! (I start 6:15 am)

Plus... after we struggle so long now with our Mum without success, I came up with the (hopefully not dumbest) idea (ever) to write her a letter.

Sat down, wrote down my concerns and what we can or need to do about it. Didn´t accuse her or anything, told her that we do this cause we love her and all that.
Let it check via e-mail by Bro and then yesterday night I sat down.

White paper with a paper with lines underneath, the Mont Blanc fountain pen my Mum gave me in hand.
She bought this pen long ago - or was it a pressie once? She used it herself, it´s high quality and well known in Germany.

This rather short e-mail filled 4 pages hand-written! Boy-oh-boy!
When have you written a letter by hand the last time?
So not comphy!
Hope it makes her understand how important the subject is for us "kids".

Or will she get angry? I asked her not to, but who knows?
It was the toughest letter ever for me. Plus I feel like cheating on her.
On Wednesdays we talk on the phone, as we did this one, chatting along bout this and that and then I dare to write a letter like that?! And call her next Wednesday. I get sick by the thought of it, feels like being Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde.
Maybe she won´t even talk to me...

So, naturally, my dumb brain wandered off tonight.

I´m a bad sleeper in general. I can sleep anyplace, though, as long as Ingo is there. Put me in a hotel alone, as my company does (very seldom luckily) and I have a very hard time to fall asleep and to sleep through. Or put me in Bro´s house, same thing...

So. I was in my Bro´s house, or was it my family´s house? Everything looked different and there was a naughty walk-in-wardrobe in the room I was supposed to sleep in (- alone. Cause Ingo wasn´t there).
SIL came to check for me if someone was in there and said it´s empty.

Didn´t see him, but my Dad, who passed away eight years ago, was there, too, alive and kicking and having a girl-friend, Mum was not there in my dream at all.

Just why does my brain do this?! The situation is bad enough, let me dream something funny, you squishy mass in that ole head of mine!