This morning I had a gerbil anxiety dream. We had a large frog and a teeny hamster type creature in a small plastic box. I was fretting about them, then realised there was somehow a small snake in there too. The frog started oozing slime, and the snake got bigger and started eating the hamster. It was yukky but I didn't manage to do anything about it.
I dreamed something else as well, but I've forgotten it since I started writing. Sigh.
We're going to a christening this morning, and I haven't got the washing dry (internet addiction) so I've nothing that Olivia will accept wearing - dressing up is anathema to her. Fights on the horizon. Gah. Want to go back to bed.