'Til it's five p eeeeeemmmmmm / Then you go

My nephew woke me up with a phone call this morning- informing me that his niece has arrived. The next generation is relentlessly being born.

It's a better earworm than the insipid Christmas carol I couldn't lose yesterday.

It's a better earworm than the insipid Christmas carol I couldn't lose yesterday.

I'm switching between GLEE earworms of "Defying Gravity" and the "It's My Life/Confessions" mashup.

It's... interesting.

I know I shouldn't say it out loud, but I have never gotten not morning people.

I've never gotten morning people. Then I moved in with one. She gets up at 5am and is asleep by 9pm. In an ideal world, I would get up at 9am and go to bed at 1am. Since that would mean we never ever saw each other ever ever, I am working on going to bed at 11 and getting up at 7. It's HARD work.

ETA: I found old 'A Bit of Fry and Laurie' eps to ahem, and am watching them during study breaks. So much fun!

Hey buffista mommas: what gift do you wish someone had brought you when you were in the hospital with your new baby?

Oh dear god who linked the Jeeves alarm clock? WANT.

1. I cannot imagine living with someone who gets up before me and then helps me get up. Seriously, that's a fantasy I dream about sometimes, but in that wistful "world without shrimp" kind of way.

2. My alarm is "Going Through the Motions" because it really REALLY captures how I feel about morning.

3. I, like ChiKat, hate teaching hours. Yet...I've adapted because I had to. I am definitely a creature of the night given my druthers, but I'm perfectly functional in the morning because I have to be. Not only to get to work on time, but also because I have to motivate teenagers to be awake and engaged. Sometimes I feel like Jeckyll and Hyde, because I am incapable of getting up on weekends or vacation, but that alarm goes off at 5:45 every school day and I'm okay. These two aspects of my personality never coincide. I don't get it.

4. I slept in a second story loft in my childhood bedroom. I was so bad that I could climb down the ladder/stairs, turn off my alarm, climb back up the ladder/stairs, and go back to sleep without any memory of doing so. My mom took to squirting me with a water gun in high school to get me up. She'd tried everything else without success. t shudder

ETA: It occurs to me that #1 is total karmic payback for #4.

Zen! Hiya! Where you been, girly?

I answered you in my head, smonster, but it's possible you didn't catch it... I've been in a self-imposed isolation zone while I try to catch up with my work, having been assigned to do someone else's job as well as my own. I have mostly succeeded, at the cost of dong nothing fun all summer. I have now entered the "fuck it, I work too much" zone, and expect to return to having fun soon.

Oh dear god who linked the Jeeves alarm clock?

That was me. I want it badly!