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See also: Parents who think they get to take credit for their babies' good sleep habits. If your 9-month-old sleeps through the night, I envy you. I really, really do. But the fact that mine doesn't is really not evidence of parental incompetence on my part. Some babies just don't sleep.

My mother still reminds me that my sister was a perfect baby who slept through the night at five months, and I didn't sleep through the night until kindergarten. (By the time I was a toddler, I'd pretty much learned that waking up my parents in the middle of the night just because I was awake wasn't such a good idea, so I'd play with my dolls or read a book or something until I felt tired enough to go back to sleep.)

Well in the good news there was bad Mom forgot to tell me.

G'ma fell and is in the hospital she has a cracked tail bone. Mom isgoing out there to stay for spring break. And my poor G'ma can't remember she broke it so she doesn't know why she's in pain.

But mom is going at spring break, just to give my aunt some relief.

Oh dear, that is rough askye.

I am watching Britney Spears on HIMYM.

I am watching Britney Spears on HIMYM.

Me too. Didn't HIMYM already do an episode about Ted wanting to date the woman doing his tattoo removal?

I've only seen the show maybe 3 times. It has cracked me up each time, but I forget it's on. Fun stuff. Closing scene was a hoot.

My landlady called and wanted to know right now if we were renewing our lease. I asked her to at least have until the end of the week. Ugh.

Didn't HIMYM already

Yes, I think so. The Platinum Rule, something like that? I'm sorry your landlady is being pushy about renewing. I hate that.

Health~ma to all and sundry.

Thanks, -t. I'm pissed that she called at 9 pm instead of sending us a letter with a deadline date. I just hate having to deal with people on the phone.

Wow, my typing is bad in that post. How did I not notice that? Anyway, calling at 9 pm is extra not right.

I've got petsitters coming tomorrow for an Initial Interview and I am all anxious that my house is not company neat, like they will come in and look down their noses at me for having dog hair all over. If only I could harness that worrying energy for something useful. Like vacuuming up dog hair.

How did I not notice that?

I didn't notice either.