I’m pretty sure last night’s dream proved the point that I am headed down CrAzY Street and I may be headed toward Wackoville.  Last night I had a dream about junk food.  Specifically Pop Tarts…

I admit it…I can be a little overzealous about food ~ organic versus non-organic, picking fruits and veggies over junk food most of the time.  I don’t mind junk food…as long as it’s my kind of junk food.  Trader Joe’s is my go to place for picking out my kind of junk food, no preservatives, no dyes and mostly organic ingredients. I’m a little OK with junk food from there because I try to keep my pantry as dye free as possible for Lucas.  He goes a little loco with dyes.  So, yes…I am a little zealot sometimes.  

But now my crazy brain has started dreaming about my, ummmm, shall we say “tendencies.”  Last night I had a dream Lucas had a package of Pop Tarts, the real ones…the ones full of chemicals, preservatives and artificial DYES (not the ones I buy…the organic ones without a hint of an artificial dye).  And I went a little nutso, in my dream.  I started yelling at Lucas, tearing the package of Pop Tarts out of his hand, asking him what on earth he was thinking.  I yanked that package of Pop Tarts out of his hands so quickly I think his head actually spun in my dream.  He had no idea what hit him.  In my dream, I raced to the trash can, yelling the whole time about what crap he was putting into his body and how dare he do that when he knows exactly how the dyes affect his brain.  I woke up being so thankful it was just a dream, knowing I really didn’t go after Lucas for a silly pack of Pop Tarts.

But obviously my brain is registering the fact that I am maybe slightly crazy and perhaps a bit overzealous when it comes to food in our house.  Of course Lucas didn’t help me feel any better about my crazy tendencies when I saw him at the bus stop this morning and he was drinking a Sprite at 7:45…where he got it, I have no idea.  I’m thinking he’s thriving on keeping me on CrAzY Street and is actually helping me steer to Wackoville.

Oh, for the love of my children….