I eagerly set my TiVo to record Jeff Corwin's Animal Experience the second I saw a preview consisting of tamarins in trees! I am crazy for monkeys and apes, so this was naturally must-see-t.v.! My faithful TiVo did in fact record said program, so I sat down to watch it Wednesday evening. What could be more exciting than this?? Baby tamarins are so tiny and adorable and amazing, all at once! But you know what? The show was basically all about the, "Hey look at the devastating deforestation occurring in Brazil! The tamarins are all homeless and endangered because human populations just keep growing!" message.

Here is just a snippet of the actual thoughts running through my head at the time: Well, that's happening all over the world, right? Populations grow exponentially. And it's happening all the time! So that means all the animals are in danger, and we're ruining too many natural resources, and we're hurting the planet, and oh my god, we're all doomed! DOOMED!!!

I felt so disturbed. Not to mention helpless to save our planet! And while all that ran through my head, I cried like a baby, and then reluctantly turned off the show. I just couldn't take it anymore.

This morning, I woke up from this amazing dream. I had two children with me, a boy and a girl. They were my children! The boy was older (maybe 5 or 6), and the little girl looked about two. We got on the bus to head home, and the kids sat in the row in front of me. Almost no one else was on the bus with us. I already knew my son wanted to be an astronaut (because of course mothers know these things), so I started playing "Space" with him. I made Darth Vader breathing noises and then beeped and booped and called him "space commander" or something. He laughed, bright-eyed and beaming, then spontaneously sang out a melody that sounded perfectly suited to some kind of Outer Space t.v. show! So much so, that he made me giggle, and all three of us laughed together.

Right about that time, Joe woke me up to get ready for the day... I didn't want to wake up. I wanted to keep playing with my dream-kids on the bus. Sleepily, I rubbed my face on my soft pillow, and thought, "I want kids!"

Tonight, I was super hungry, as I'd been all week. When I told Joe, he did not seem concerned, which bothered me. "But you're always hungry!" he said, and I became overly defensive and upset, because I am completely irrational when my stomach is empty.

We ate dinner, which was unfortunately rather gross. In spite of that, I ate every last morsel on my plate. Because I was hungry, you know? Still... La Salsa, I'm very disappointed in you!

Then we went to the bookstore, where all I bought was a Godiva raspberry-chocolate bar. I didn't even think it was that great, but I gladly scarfed down the entire thing.

Yeah. Seriously? This PMS thing ain't easy, folks...