This dream occurred about 3 months ago when we were in the process of selling our home.
The showing is at 9 a.m.
Mopping wood floors with a rolling foam paintbrush no bigger than an empty toilet paper roll. Creating wet dust balls by the front door in the process.
Huge holes in Jack's bedroom wall, through the drywall. Plus golf ball divets in between. Grounding Jack from candy for a week.
Bits all over the carpet like tiny earrings and erasers and plastic toy pieces.
Bathing suits and doll clothes in crevices of my closet. Can't pick everything up at once.
Jack holding me down by my legs and Scott not helping get him off.
Toilet is extremely disgusting.
Splashing water up on bathroom mirrors while trying to get the mop wet.
Nobody will help with anything.
