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Mar. 23rd, 2004 07:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaI think Casper is trying to kill me.
mr. flea says "She's so happy to see you. She loves you."
I say "She's just a baby. She doesn't know anything about love."
mr. flea says "In that case, she's probably not trying to kill you either."
I suppose not. But even if she's not trying, she may succeed. And I had to come into work today, because nobody else will be in before 9, and my student is coming, and we're collecting statistics and someone has to open the desk. But I think I'm going home at noon to sleep. Except the baby lives at home. I wish I had somewhere ELSE to go to sleep.
And have I mentioned, my mother left for England without calling me to say goodbye? Usually I have an evening of marathon phone calls from her about what she should pack, etc. I complain about the marathon phone calls, but it's our routine, you know? In fact my mother is causing me unusual pain lately. At a time when I am doing something very hard, she has withdrawn totally, and only calls when she wants to talk about her home renovations or her endless fruitless quest to figure out how to hook up her laptop to the printer. (It's a Mac. She's been a Mac user since 1985. How freakin' hard can it be?) She never even asks about the baby, and when we do discuss the baby I get criticism or defensiveness from her. I have told her this, and that I need her support instead of advice, but she seems unable to give it.
mr. flea says "She's so happy to see you. She loves you."
I say "She's just a baby. She doesn't know anything about love."
mr. flea says "In that case, she's probably not trying to kill you either."
I suppose not. But even if she's not trying, she may succeed. And I had to come into work today, because nobody else will be in before 9, and my student is coming, and we're collecting statistics and someone has to open the desk. But I think I'm going home at noon to sleep. Except the baby lives at home. I wish I had somewhere ELSE to go to sleep.
And have I mentioned, my mother left for England without calling me to say goodbye? Usually I have an evening of marathon phone calls from her about what she should pack, etc. I complain about the marathon phone calls, but it's our routine, you know? In fact my mother is causing me unusual pain lately. At a time when I am doing something very hard, she has withdrawn totally, and only calls when she wants to talk about her home renovations or her endless fruitless quest to figure out how to hook up her laptop to the printer. (It's a Mac. She's been a Mac user since 1985. How freakin' hard can it be?) She never even asks about the baby, and when we do discuss the baby I get criticism or defensiveness from her. I have told her this, and that I need her support instead of advice, but she seems unable to give it.
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Date: 2004-03-23 02:00 pm (UTC)I think babies do know about love. I mean, sure, they don't know how to define it yet, but on an emotional/experiential level, she gets it. And she loves you.