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Two hours sleep.
(Have I mentioned that if I get less than five/six hours I get horrifying panic attacks? Can't leave the house/use the phone? Yeah. Hence the succession of write-off days.)
Thank God for understanding professors.
I think he's going through another growth spurt. The kid doesn't stop EATING. How does one stop this midnight snack habit? Inquiring minds want to know.

Also: I have a combination of four versions of 'Desifinato' stuck in my head. The one by Brian from Family Guy is actually quite good, in some ways better than Sinatra. I am now going to Jazz Standard Hell.

thank you, captain obvious

Childcare reduces stress levels for kids with working mothers.

So let's review. If parent is stressed (like for example, parent is in a job that they hate), being in a good care setting and spending time away from that stress is good for the child. ZOMG daycare is not teh evil. Don't tell the Mommy Brigade. Or maybe we should. :-D

In other news, water has been found to be wet.

This doesn't have a patch on my absolute favorite study - the one that spent oodles of tax dollars to determine that the cry of a colicky baby is an irritant to the human ear - but it comes close.

blast from the past

The Christmas Coke commercials are generally so cute - polar bears, penguins, etc. etc. So I sort of left-handedly look for them each year, just to see what they've gone and done.

This year they have betrayed me. How? By incorporating something from the Beach Boys Christmas Album. I don't mind the occasional Beach Boys track (although I prefer their lesser-known albums like 'Friends' and "Sunflower') but I could live the rest of my life without ever hearing the Christmas album again. I blame this on my ex. The first Christmas (or maybe it was the second... yeah, the second) he came by a copy of the Beach Boys Christmas Album ... and played it ... FOR A WEEK. EXCLUSIVELY. This was his only Christmas music. His mother (also a psychotic drooling Beach Boys fan) was complicit in this (I knew there was a reason I hated her, although that wasn't all of it by any means). I wanted to die. It crept into my dreams.

(He did the same thing with Gerry Rafferty's 'City to City'. And also single-handedly nearly ruined Paul McCartney for me. But that's another story.)

It's been ... what, nearly five years? (Time flies.) Some wounds never heal.