I have a friend named Christine.( or at least I did till I wrote this post-I will keep you updated on that) Christine is from like way across the planet in a land called California. (ever heard of it….ya me neither) Being that I live in NJ…… like miles, miles, miles and miles away (Did I mention like miles away? Just checking?) I never get to see this chick. Even though I never see her….like never….I still love her..like lots.
When we talk on the phone….or skype….or twitter…… she is always like “Hey” and I am always like “Hey” and then I have to go to sleep cause it’s like 3am (my time) or she has to go and feed her flock, or school them, or be awesome and that’s about how our conversations go. We have some deep convos. (Don’t be jealous! 
I tell ya….our convos are short and sweet…but hey we make it work.
We frequent the same conferences so I get to see her like 2 (maybe 3) times a year. I read her blog and have met her husband Ray. I like him a lot too (except I can’t be around fruit and him at the same time….. for obvious reasons) Then there was that time that I publicly referred to “Ray” as “Rat” on twitter! I was like…”ohhhhhhh shoot my iPhone autocorrect should be fired”! I wanted to hide….but on twitter there is no place to hide! (note to self start #elizabethishiding hashtag #maybetheywon’tfindme) Anyway,….
In all honesty, (ya know cause that’s how I roll on this blog, Yo) they remind me a lot of my friends here in New Jersey. Except the Young family,(a.k.a Christine and Ray) have, like, 6 kids (I think…..not sure.... I lost count), and most of my friends around here in New Jersey have 1 or 2. (I think….,I am not sure-I hate addition)
Anyway, on with the story. (stay with me here) This one time at band camp-ummmm I mean Type A I knew Christine was tired. I love being a mom and secretly I would love to be part of the Duggar family or the Young family. (I can’t decide which).
At the last conference, I was talking with a group of dignified ladies-a.k.a. Bloggers about how awesome my babysitter was and Christine was talking about how hard it is to find a babysitter to watch ALL the kids she has at the same time. (This is where I was like in my head “I so could do that …….: and I could soooooo be AWESOME at being a “Christine Kid Watcher”.)
The conversation continued and later that evening we did other stuff (including eating pizza…yes I live on the wild side sometimes)…..night came and I was exhausted. It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep….. you can ask all my roommates, Roo, Tina, and Rachel (I will tell you all the dirt on them later) I was sleeping soundly and then it happened. I was watching all of the kids-all of the Young kids. We all were in Asheville at Type A (Yup, they all wanted to learn more about blogging) except we were on break and Christine was on a date (I guess with Ray-I don’t remember-ha-He wasn’t in my dream)! Everything was great until we got on the elevator and (in my dream) one of the kids got their fingers hurt in the elevator doors. (first of all-stupid elevators……. second of all-this isn’t how my life as a “Christine Kid Watcher” was supposed to go).
It was terrible. I woke up barely breathing and thinking one of the kids, (odds are in my favor saying… one of the boys) was really hurt. I felt terrible and like I ruined a date night for Christine. It was one of those dreams that you lay there and actually feel really depressed because you think the dream actually happened in real life.
Anyway, I finally realized that I didn’t watch the kids, Christine is still looking for a babysitter as awesome as mine, (that isn’t likely to happen because my babysitter is awesome) and no Young children cried any tears that day. I later went back to sleep.
I still wish I could be a “Christine Kid Watcher” In fact, …..I have never even met the kiddos. (but if I did I would sooooo require all hands to be in pockets before and after they enter any elevators.)
So this one time at Type A I had a dream, that seemed really real, but it wasn’t! Thank you Jesus!
-no fingers were hurt during the inspiration or writing of this blog post by elevator or by keyboard-
-Elizabeth_N……. keeping dreams believable since 1981
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