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Friday, May. 21, 2010 - 8:44 a.m.

Washer is broken.

Walked with Spigotbottom for 4 hours yesterday. It didn't help with the bedtime misery-- these days, she doesn't go down without a fight. An hour or two of her crying, settling, crying, rubbing her eyes...so tired, but refusing to sleep. It's baffling, because once she goes down, she's fine-- can put herself to sleep if she wakes, the whole nine yards. Just not at the front end. Nor, increasingly, at nap times.

She did roll over yesterday. Very exciting! The potential for disaster has just increased sharply.

Every time I have a dream now, Spigotbottom has to be in it. If she isn't, it turns into a nightmare in which some horrible act of neglect on my part is the reason for her absence. Like I've forgotton her somewhere...a theme park, the bathtub, the recliner. It's just awful, but awful enough that now I'm able to realize pretty quickly that I'm dreaming. Because the chances that I'm going to go to the grocery store having forgotten that I've left the baby in the tub are, in reality, vanishingly low.

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