My Single Mom Life

I was wicked way tired after the boys came home around 2:40 this afternoon, so I laid down on the couch and just let them play games quietly.
I sprang awake from my sleep a few minutes ago and did the upon wake restroom run, and then rushed over here to tell the dream to you.

I was laying on the bottom of a set of bunk beds, George Clooney was in the top bunk, and we were discussing whether or not the payment I'm supposed to be getting would actually arrive in my paypal account.
The company that promised the payments has a terrible track record with me, they cannot be trusted, and the entire thing feels like a hoax.
George kept telling me to put the post back up if the money doesn't come through and let people fight with me.

He said they deserve to have the biggest fight not just over this promised pay stuff, but because of everything that they have done and are planning to do.
He said what was happening was scary, that he can't believe the absolute blind faith, how people are sheep for a man in a shiny coat and a big cheesy grin.
He said, "Just look at me Kat," and he hung upside down from the top bunk flashing his signature smile. "Look at this smile, look at me, tell me I could promise you the world and you wouldn't believe me?"
I said I probably would, "After all, you're George f'n Clooney."
He laughed and said exactly!

He said he's been reading right along with me and he's scared for the sheep, he sees them getting deeper and deeper into something that they may end up with no control over, Big Brother in any form, is still a Big Brother.
He reminded me not to take sips of either drink, and stick to my diet coke.
Then he asked me about my child support, did it come in today?
I screamed out "Let me check!" and with that I was awake, and I really did yell it, the kids were like mom, check what?
I have since checked and no, it's not on the card yet.
*sigh*
George, thanks for the dream invasion, even if it was just talking.
No worries on the drinks, I can't have that much sugar anyway.