My subconscious has its say

Well, since we were able to push our travel back to July 23-ish, a great calm and serenity has come over me. I know now that I can get everything done that needs to be done before we leave, both work-related and baby-related. We're going to be fine.
This is, in fact, pretty much the ideal timeframe - we don't have to scramble, and we'll still have her home before her first birthday. It's been such a joy to be able to relax and actually enjoy this part of the process!! I mean, lets face it, it's fun buying travel essentials, packing diaper rash paste and travel alarms and laundry soap. Even taking the typhoid pills is kinda exciting (although I never thought I'd see the day that I could enjoy ingesting live salmonella).
Putting sheets on the crib...it's awesome!

HOWEVER...apparently my subconscious has decided to go on amber alert.
Last night I had a very exhausting dream. I dreamed that, in the midst of all of the adoption paperwork, we had forgotten to get married. Realizing that, for practical reasons, we really ought to be married before this child came home, I told M. we needed to get that taken care of. He said (as he always does) no problem, we'll make it happen! I figured we didn't have time to book a venue, rehearse anything, we'd have to do it on the spot. So I picked an outdoor parkland with a beautiful view, and we called M.'s family pastor for an impromptu appearance, and I sent out hand-written invitations.
Then, I realized....the food! How were we going to arrange food for that many people on a few hours notice? And a dress! I didn't even have a dress.
So I delegated Mike to call Steve's Snappin' Dogs on Colefax and order a carload of meals-in-a-bag. Hot dogs, chips and limeade would have to do!! (when I woke up and told Mike, he thought the hot dogs were an inspired idea and wanted to know why we hadn't done it for our actual nuptials). I went through my closet and found a dress that would work in a pinch, and off we went, the whole family piled into the car (it was, for some reason, one of those old Woody station wagons).
Halfway to the park, I realized that I hadn't changed, done my hair, or put on makeup. So I had Mike drop me off at a roadside rest stop with a couple of girlfriends to help. And that's when things really got crazy...
First, I put the dress on over my jeans, and four inch heels over my socks (I never wear heels, much less 4" ones). As we were racing down the sidewalk, one of my girlfriends pointed out to me that I still had my jeans on, so I had to sit down on the pavement, pull the heels and socks off, and try to get the jeans out from under the dress. Not so easy, since they were those skinny-leg jeans (which I loath, btw) and the dress was heavy and beaded with lots of under-layers.
That eventually accomplished, I set off running again, only to realize that I had actually left my nightgown on over my jeans, and that it was now under the wedding dress, and you could see about six inches of it below the hem... and it was bright orange satin. So it was back to the restrooms, where I discovered that I had STILL not done my makeup and fixed my bedhead....I had rings of mascara around my eyes and my hair was matted and pushed up to one side by the clip I'd been wearing the night before.

Well, you get the idea. I woke up tense and exhausted - although it did make for a funny story to tell M. first thing in the morning!

I guess the message here is that while my conscious mind is feeling calm and in control, my subconscious is telling me: "Look, honey, with your organizational skills, it ain't like you're likely to win any mom-of-the-year awards. Maybe it's time you started thinking about that, huh?"

Sigh.