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Dec. 17th, 2009 12:05 amHmm, it's midnight.
Husband (college faculty! PhD!) is administering an exam in an advanced CS class at 8 a.m., and it's a 45-minute drive to campus (including time to park and walk from Middle o'Nowhere Parking to the building, etc). He's currently killing aliens in a video game, not sleeping like a normal adult would be when they have to get up in 6 hours.
I'm drinking wine, drawing fanart, and idly contemplating the plot of my Yuletide.
Sometimes, I find myself wondering when this whole "growing up" thing is going to happen. We're in our mid-30s, for pete's sake -- IT'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE HAPPENED BY NOW!
(ETA: Not that I actually think this is a bad thing, mind you. It's just kind of disconcerting to realize that when my mother was my age, she had three kids and was, well. MOM.)
Husband (college faculty! PhD!) is administering an exam in an advanced CS class at 8 a.m., and it's a 45-minute drive to campus (including time to park and walk from Middle o'Nowhere Parking to the building, etc). He's currently killing aliens in a video game, not sleeping like a normal adult would be when they have to get up in 6 hours.
I'm drinking wine, drawing fanart, and idly contemplating the plot of my Yuletide.
Sometimes, I find myself wondering when this whole "growing up" thing is going to happen. We're in our mid-30s, for pete's sake -- IT'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE HAPPENED BY NOW!
(ETA: Not that I actually think this is a bad thing, mind you. It's just kind of disconcerting to realize that when my mother was my age, she had three kids and was, well. MOM.)