It only really hit us last weekend that this coming weekend is Memorial Day. Apparently, we’ve become people who live in the moment. But since I cannot remember a time when I have needed a little extra time more, at least not since Noah’s infancy, the realization was a welcome surprise.

Work has been busy and stressful of late. Esmerelda Freugenspiegel has become bigger and more unwieldy. All of us are still adjusting to the new day care schedule. The cost of food and gas has gotten crazy. I am so looking for some time to just relax and hang out with my family.

Plus if I can catch up on sleep, maybe the crazy hormone-infused dreams will stop?

Last night, I dreamed that I was a weapons engineer on the wrong side of enemy lines in a war.

In my dream it was WWII, but everything looked contemporary, if not futuristic. My car died, and I had to do one of those action hero jump out the driver-side window moves, and then race through tunnels and get on a subway that reminded me of the movie Brazil. I ditched my car keys in a trash can, avoided a very scary cab driver, and got on a tram of some kind. On the tram, to avoid detection I paid a penny for some propaganda literature that had been censored, and another penny for a strange fold-out brochure featuring Miss Piggy in a 6 foot long blond wig.

I woke up while I was trying to figure out how to fold the Miss Piggy brochure so that I could read the content without stretching my arms out all the way.

Speaking of being crazy, yesterday morning, Noah fought every single step of his morning routine, which I guess is his stress of the transition showing up. But the thing that upset him the most was the fact that we were out of brown yogurt.

Last night, I worked late and then went to a church preschool committee meeting. How come no one ever told me that church committee meetings were so much fun? I would have volunteered long ago.

After that, I stopped at the grocery store to get some more coffee yogurt.

They were out.

So I bought a tub of vanilla and a large jar of decaf instant coffee (the smallest size). Wish me luck in making my own brown yogurt.

AND we were up late, watching Top Chef. I was surprised but pleased with who got eliminated. Jill was surprisingly rooting against the person who survived — but I missed last week, and apparently that contestant was particularly annoying in that episode.

Top Chef Query: Which judge’s head would explode the most if they read the bit about my home-made brown yogurt plans? Feel free to include guest judges.