But that's all about sleeping and near sleep. I just twitch. More when I'm lying down, but I twitch. Oh, maybe I could get that profane Tourette's. That's be...wait, no, not cool.

Hmm, I thought maybe you might be deeply relaxed OR sleep-deprived or have PLM, but now I bet it's just ita's crazy body (TM).

Ghosts.

Unles it's ghosts that follow a person around, no. Because it started in Vancouver and continued when I moved back to Nova Scotia. It didn't matter where I slept, it almost always followed me.

You can have dreams as you are drifting off to sleep. I think these were a form of that.

Speaking of dreams, I dreamt that I was in a garden of beautiful roses (no thorns) that had white petals with the edges tipped pink. I was very mad at my cat for waking me up from this garden.

I bet it's just ita's crazy body (TM).

Not that shit again.

Dana, I just got through dipping my toe in that wank. People? Can still be stupid.

msbelle, I'm sorry for mac's tears. I know it has to be hard for you (my own kids' tears hurt me more than anything that makes me cry, myself). If it's any comfort to you, I'll mention that if you'd raised him from birth, he would still experience some tears at some point, over going to school, and separating from you.

My friend who is a pre-school teacher said if she has a student who doesn't, at some point in his first few months of school, cry a bit a being left by mom or dad, she wonders about attachment (assuming it's the child's first time being left somewhere -- most of her students are experiencing their first time away from their folks).

Dana, I just got through dipping my toe in that wank. People? Can still be stupid.

Yes, it was a lovely example of how to be particularly shitty around the holidays.

My friend who is a pre-school teacher said if she has a student who doesn't, at some point in his first few months of school, cry a bit a being left by mom or dad, she wonders about attachment

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

it was a lovely example of how to be particularly shitty around the holidays.

Arrogant and dismissive, oh yeah.

Can you expound? Needless to say, I did not cry, but rather told my parents to hurry out the door.

Apparently you're a replicant. "I'll tell you about my mother..."

Me too, then. I didn't cry. But it wasn't the first time I'd been away from the folks, and I'd seen my older sister going away to school for yonks, and I wanted to go too, already!

I didn't cry but my twin sister was in my class so I wasn't technically separated from my family.

I did, however, bawl like a baby when we were separated our freshman year of college.

I was so excited to get to kindergarten. There's a picture of me in my little plaid dress on the first day, just beaming.

That said, I did go to preschool before that, and while I don't remember crying at drop-off, I might have. I do clearly remember finding my mom behind the two-way mirror during one of her visits (it was a college-run preschool for the grad students). That was fun. It felt a bit like discovering the professor behind the Great and Poweful Oz's curtain.