Last night in Dreamland, I was challenged...and failed...on many levels while vacationing in Australia.
We were vacationing with the families of pregnant Princess Diana,
and pregnant Gal Gadot.
Hey, it was MY dream. So yeah, weird, but you already knew my mind was like that!
Anyway, we were outside, it was warm, and the two women were giving endless interviews. They looked miserable, so I asked if I could help. I asked each one in turn if I could get them something to drink, and they both said, with relief, "Yes! Could you get me a glass of juice and a glass of [ ] <--no idea what they were asking for!
So I loaded my young son and his equally young friend in the car, and set off. I had no idea where there was a grocery store, and had no money, so we just drove straight down the road from the house we were staying at (which I thought was brilliant). My young son (about age 4) fortunately had his credit card with him, so we withdrew 100 Australian somethings (later to find out that was probably the equivalent of $500 but I digress).
There were NO grocery stores on this stretch of road, but we finally spotted a convenience store. I was only "going to be a minute", so I left the kids in the car and ran in. Oh yeah, I failed this motherhood test.
Fortunately the store was empty, so I begged the clerk to help me find that drink that pregnant women like. "OH!" she said, "You mean Gee! Pregnant women who can't drink alcohol love this stuff!" She took me to the section--there were about 15 flavors and 5 different varieties. I grabbed 3 or 4, grabbed some juice, and headed to the deserted check-out. Halfway through the checkout process, I remembered the kids in the car, and told the clerk I just wanted to grab some ice lollies too (figured Australia would be like England and call popsicles that). I ran over, grabbed the assorted pack, and when I got back to the checkout, it was of course jam-packed. I stood there waiting and waiting and waiting, then noticed the ice lollies in my hand were, while "assorted", all one color! I hoped they wouldn't melt while I waited (no thought to the kids in the car), knew I was failing pregnant Princess Diana and pregnant Gal Gadot, and was never so glad to wake up!
Even Karen, upon hearing the details of the dream, agreed I was a total failure in every respect in Australia.
