I woke up very frustrated today.
I dreamed that I was trying to kick a field goal. Not in an actual game, but a field goal non the less.
The problem was the field was crowded with members of my family. There were so many people on the field that I didn't have room to run and kick the ball.
And the holder of the football thingie wasn't working. The ball kept falling over. Writing this now, I realize that a field goal doesn't use that thingie, a kick off does, but who says that dreams are logical or follow the rules.
Anyway, I would finally get the ball to stand up in the stand thing, and I had no lane to run for the approach or kick.
I would clear a lane, and no more than a small lane, and the ball would fall off the stand.
When I woke up, I still had not kicked the stupid ball.
I told Craig and he just laughed at me. Then he told the boys for Family Home Evening we should all watch mama kick the football.
I don't think so.
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