I wrote to ask if they'd included any women in the study who weren't mothers or child caregivers
There are very few things that shortcircuit my temper like a whining child. Legitimate crying of distress frightens me because I don't feel up to coping with a child who needs real help. But whining--it's probably the biggest thing that told me I had no business raising a child, the way I had to restrain myself when I heard whining. People blithely saying "Oh, it's different when it's your own" means nothing when someone puts a helpless life in your hands and you realize that you are not up to it. A misbehaving cat made me angry enough that I was afraid of what I might do when confronted by even the best child doing the completely normal challenging and frustrating things.
Aims is teaching in Ypsilanti schools, IIRC, which is not too terribly far from Detroit, I think.
Classes start tomorrow. I teach at 9. Can't sleep -- ankle hurting.
I hope that restful and renewing sleep happened for all Bitches.
It is Monday and I have a big bad case of don't wannas. At 10 I made DH take me out to breakfast. I can't say it helped the don't wannas, but at least I am not as grumpy.
Today is my son's birthday! He is a fine young man. He is going to do okay in this world.
Sleep has been substituted with coffee.
I made the mistake of turning on the computer before I left for work this morning.
Did the computer deny you coffee, Dana?
I finally have my home office set-up and am working at a desk at home for the first time in yonks. I'm liking it. Work gave me a monitor so now I have two screens full of stuff!
No, but it glued me to the couch for a good 20 minutes.
Ahhhh, yes, the timesuck. Gotcha.
