Anxiety

So, you know how I've said repeatedly that we're confident that things will go smoothly at our hearing tomorrow, and that it should just be a formality, and that we're not worried about it and yada yada yada?

Well, I'm evidently more worried about it than I knew, because I had a dream about it last night.

It wasn't an actual court hearing, but a meeting of probably six or eight people, each of whom was judging us in their specific area of expertise, to decide if we were worthy of both being Peeper's legal parents.

One had even had our cars inspected and told us that we had to put antifreeze in there before we could move forward.

Evidently people who don't put antifreeze in their cars are not responsible enough to be parents?