It's 1:04 in the morning and, well, I don't know how to break it to myself but sometimes a woman's got to do what a woman's got to do...

Self? You're not asleep.

*sigh*

Yeah, excuses, excuses. But we both know the terrible truth. It's those damn gerbils again. more...

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CD's still out of town, which means I'm not getting any sleep.

No. Not "awwwww". Not sweet.

I lay in bed thinking thinking thinking ... the demon gerbils in my mind don't stop. "Was that a noise? What if there's a robber?! I've never been good with physical confrontation. If it's a robber what will I do? Oh, dagnabbit. I'm not in good shape, I'm overweight, I've got high blood pressure, what if something happens to me in the night? Bear doesn't know how to call 9-1-1!!!"

Yeah, need some kind of medication, yo. I get that. Years of this self-imposed opressive sense of total responsibility has meant that I get myself twisted up around the axle sometimes in a really bad way. I forget to let go of those things I have no control over. Or maybe just forgotten how.

In less freaky news, I'm making paella for dinner. I bought a clothspin for Bear's nose. A little aromatic hardship for Mr Snarkypants won't hurt the boy. Not my job to make his life a walk through the park. No, need to prepare him to live in a world that does, from time to time, STINK. And? I need some seafood. I need it now.

I'm also on a househunt. More on that later. Althought I can promise you right here and right now that mine is not as interesting as Helen's - who is bidding nearly $1Million American dollars on a lovely fixer-upper outside London. *swoon*

I haven't been this tired since Bear was a baby. I think I've had a total of maybe 12 hours sleep since Saturday. The gerbil in my brain spinning, spinning, spinning.

"Nick and Jessica, Good God. Are they a sign of the apocolypse? Is RP right? Should I balance my retirement portfolio more heavily at the expense of Bear's college fund? Am I a bad mommy if I have the dry cleaner hem Bear's karate pants? Gotta find a new family dentist. Are the long-term needs of the tsunami victims being addressed? I have to get my expenses submitted, have to, have to...."

Someone, please.

Kill the damn gerbil.

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1 I hate being in the house alone. Whenever my husband goes away, I set the alarm, check under the bed, barricade the bedroom door with a heavy chest... And you know what? I still can't sleep. If anyone ever did break into the house, I'm pretty sure I could subdue him with the sheer force of my anxiety. I have trained attack gerbils. They're vicious.

Posted by: notdonnareed at May 24, 2005 03:15 AM (82Da3)

2 There's an attack school for gerbils? Got to get me some! Your gerbils and my gerbils should do lunch. Preferably at a place where we can drink margarita's and our sons will be welcome to bring the chaos

Posted by: Elizabeth at May 24, 2005 03:18 AM (MYWvr)

3 Gerbils are a pain in the arse, they can drive me absolutely nuts. My fix is to go to sleep with the tv on, it's the only thing that keeps my mind occupied and blocks out all the little noises that might be the boogie man. Hopefully you'll get a good nights sleep tonight.

Posted by: cursingmama at May 24, 2005 03:40 AM (PoQfr)

4 I suggest a glass of wine and a good book at night, so that your mind gets lost in a different place until you are so drowsy you fall asleep. Or a pot of warm tea, a hot neck warmer thingie and a good late night movie. Then when you close your eyes, imagine yourself at the beach with a summer all to yourself, just to relax. Where would you go the first day, what would you do? What would your cottage look like . . .

Posted by: Philip at May 24, 2005 04:38 AM (R3FWx)

5 I totally understand the gerbil fears (both at work and at home). I sleep with a stuffed bear AND a stuffed dog when Angus is away. Seriously. I do. I have no shame. Or I do, but not when it comes to fear of sleeping alone. Hey-I live in a house that's 150 years old. It's guaranteed that someone died in this house at some point in time. YOU try sleeping alone in those circumstances! And seeing that $1 million dollars in print nearly made me wet myself. Eeps.

Posted by: Helen at May 24, 2005 04:39 AM (8wm0s)

6 I don't have gerbils. I have anxiety and it wakes me up almost every night these days between 2 and 3:30 every morning. I understand and share your pain. As for Helen's house hunting, you should see how little you can get in and around London for $1 million. It'd make you cry.

Posted by: RP at May 24, 2005 07:24 AM (LlPKh)

7 Take a look at mostlyrisible.com's entry for today. 10 rules guaranteed to get you through this day and tomorrow and then some!! Find yourself a great house and go for the life you know how to create!! Hugs!

Posted by: Azalea at May 24, 2005 09:02 AM (hRxUm)

8 I'm not so good at sleeping alone, either. I usually bring the cats and dogs into the bedroom and if I'm lucky that works, and I can get some sleep. If that doesn't work, I just leave the lights on and try NOT to fall asleep. If that doesn't work, I just stay mostly awake untill the wee hours of the morning, worrying about things I can do absolutely nothing about and if I have no real worries, I make some up. I love having the house to myself during the day, but at night, things just seem different.

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I'm begining to fall behind in everything.

Driving Bear and his babysitter to all the play dates and such, tracking all the end of the school year stuff, and not getting enough uniterrupted time to do my job means that I'm missing deadlines, skipping steps, running late, and feeling squished with all the stress.

CD shares his cubby at work so he keeps the personal stuff to an absolute minimum. That means he's unplugged from 8:30AM to 6PM every day. And, unfortunately, he hasn't built up the organizational effort to track the details that swirl like snow around a family - especially those that include Bear.

And because "I'm home", it is expected that I am both mom and employee - able, somehow, to juggle financial audits while convincing a screaming, overtired 4 year old that he HAS to take a nap while his adoring but non-confrontational babysitter murmurs gently beside me.

Yesterday, I discovered that CD hadn't yet made arrangements for Bear's summer care. This was the one thing I really needed him to do. Bear's school ends in 2 weeks. I am proud to say that I didn't scream or lose my temper. I did, however, cry with disappointment and stress.

Like planning a lovely night out at the movies for us but not getting a babysitter for Bear, CD's gestures can be sweet but incomplete. So I have learned this habit of hunting the details like a pig for truffles. Agressively seeking the minutae that will bitch slap my family if not tended.

But I often fail. It is too much. Things slip through the cracks. Like that contract we didn't sign and return on time - which precipitated a crisis about putting Bear into Kindergarten next year.

My job is high-profile and demanding. One of my mentors warned me, after my last promotion, that if I looked around at the successful people in my strata I would find they had one thing in common - a domestic situation that actually supported their careers.

She said: Elizabeth, a single shining performance or two will get you the promotion. But without a supportive home environment, you won't get there from here.

And she's right.

I try to see the forest for the trees. To accept my limitations and own that I'm dying in the details. That for my own sanity and health, the juggling act I've been doing as senior management and primary homemaker has got to STOP. But the person who needs to hear it most and do something about isn't listening -

me.

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Last night, about 1AM, we awoke to Bear calling to us from across the hall that he was thirsty.

Being the responsive, loving parents that we are, we both pulled pillows over our heads.

Bear's wail grew progressively louder and more insistent.

I nudged CD.

Me: Rock, Paper, Scissors?

CD: Mutter mutter mutter.

Me: What?

CD: Uh, Brick.

I peered tiredly at my hand in the dim. Me: Paper.

CD (groaning): Uummm clearly peas television.

Me: What?

CD: I'm exercising my nuclear option.

(Note: unfortunately for him, the nuclear option was not available. He ended up fetching the drink for Mr. Thirstypants.)

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This morning, as CD was chasing Bear around trying to get him out the door for school and I was still lazing in bed (after all, my commute has been sharply decreased from ALL THE WAY DOWN THE HALL to: the other side of my bedroom).

Bear scampered into bed with me with a defiant glare at CD.

Bear: I want to stay here in bed with you. I like you best.

Me: I like you, too, but you have to go to school.

Bear (outraged): But they don't let me bring my favorite pillow!

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Driving Bear and Elia to a playgroup this afternoon, we came to a congested intersection where a long funeral procession was streaming against the light. (This sparked a whole conversation about 'What is Dead' that I'm still having the shakes over.)

Then, just as the car snarl had grown completely outrageous, an ambulance tried to crash through on their way to, I dunno - save a life or make the day-old sale at the Sara Lee outlet store.

But, Alas!, the hillbillies in the funeral procession decided that the little orange flags on their windows trumped a lights-blazing ambulance and refused to give right-of-way.

All the cars surrounding this little show-down, having seen too many episodes of 'American Idol', thought they should vote on who should win and began chiming in by leaning on their horns. Into this cacophany, the ambulance decided to press the point by turning up its siren to ULTRA SCREECH setting.

As the blood began to gush from my ears,
I muttered: Oh, for heaven's sake! No amount of loud is gonna cure stupid!

From the back seat, Bear: Mommy! You said 'Stupid'! That's a bad word!

Me: Yes, I'm sorry honey. I lost my patience.

Bear: Well, that's no excuse. You should control your words!

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UPDATE:

Well, we got the contract and gave our deposit. We are putting Bear into Kindergarten in the fall so he can stay in the same class with all his friends and the teacher he's had for the past 2 years. We've decided to decide next year whether he's ready for 1st grade or if we should keep him a second year in the Kindergarten. This idea came from you guys, and it was a fabulous one. Montessori combines the 3,4 and 5 year-olds so it wouldn't be confusing or hurtful at all to keep him back next year since he'd just be returning to the same class with 2/3 of the same kids.

Some folks asked, so here it is: Tuition is about $6,750 for preschool, about $7,500 for Kindergarten (which is an extra 3 hours/day), and about $8,000 for 1st thru 3rd grade at this well-respected Montessori school in a decent suburb just outside Chicago. Plus activity costs, supplies, and a minimum comittment of volunteer time on the parents.
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Because Bear's birthday is the first week in September, and he'll be 5 this year, we are deeply torn about whether he should start Kindergarten next fall.

On the one hand, since he is in a Montessori classroom, it doesn't matter - he is in a blended environment with other 3, 4 and 5 year-olds and there is no diferentiation on which ones are the "Kindergartners".

But then at 11:30 every morning, most of the kids go downstairs and get picked up to go home. Except the Kindergartners, who go out to the play area for recess before lunch and then to merge with the other Kindergartners for afternoon class.

There are so many arguments about whether it is best for a child to be the youngest or oldest in the class and this is exactly where we are stuck with Bear. He will either be one or the other.

His teacher says he's almost ready for Kindergarten, and that she could support whichever decision we make.

With some allowances made so that kids can stay with their favorite teachers for all 3 years if they want, there are quotas for each class with a third percentage of the population in each age group. Bear's current teacher has only has a few spots open for next year and they are all for Kindergarten kids. Another teacher has some non-Kindergarten spots.

We missed initial enrollment but the director has kindly offered us our choice of these two remaining spots. But of course, we need to decide quickly.

Yikes.

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1 My oldest child was young to start K. I won't make that mistake again. It didn't make that big of a difference in k, or first or second grades. But now, in 7th, I can see that it would have been better to wait. Academically, no. He's doing really well - all A's and B's. Socially, he's on the outskirts. He's also one of the few that haven't begun to go through puberty yet - some of the girls are taller than he is. My third child, and my fourth, as well as my fifth, all have summer birthdays. All either have started a year later, or will start a year later, when they do go to school. I have no doubt about that at all. My third child is leaping over the stuff that they other kids in her class are doing; I think it's because she's a bit older. She also has more confidence. Child #6, she's a December birthday, so no problems there. Anyway, that's my (long) two cents. Good luck!

Posted by: Carmen at May 11, 2005 02:47 PM (6h91R)

2 Thanks so much. I wonder if it is different for boys and girls. But then again, I'm a November birthday and was pushed ahead so that I graduated at 17 years old and I was always socially just a step behind too. Thanks Carmen, for the long-term view, you've given me a perspective I didn't have!

Posted by: Elizabeth at May 11, 2005 02:51 PM (BAn4z)

3 I wouldn't do it. My two boys have August or September birthdays. My oldest turned 6 just after kindergarten started and my youngest will be 6 likely just days before kindy. They're better off, I think. And yes, especially boys. My daughter on the other hand has a May birthday, is one of the younger kids in her class and she's just fine. My boys - well, my oldest in particular - would have been socially far, far behind. These are all children who've been in preschool and they go to public elementary. So your educational miles may vary!

Posted by: bev at May 11, 2005 04:39 PM (xOu0z)

4 My daughter has got a late September birthday like me. I started K early. So did my hubs (early Sept bday). And we both did fine. We've had our girl tested for readiness at two different schools. All the teachers at her preschool and all the Moms who've stayed in the class to help out during this school year all agree. That's she's ready. So with all that input we decided to get her started in kindergarten this fall. She'll be attending a small charter school. We chose this route so that she'll get more individualized attention and be in a more intimate setting.

Posted by: Grace at May 11, 2005 05:46 PM (2NuSo)

5 My grandmother's best friend was a teacher and when my parents were faced with this question for me (mid-August birthday), she said that since I was already reading it would've been cruel to keep me in kindergarden where I would've been bored and drive the teacher nuts. Yet since then, we've agreed that boys end up two years behind the girls in maturity somewhere around middle school and they could benefit from being a little older.

Posted by: Angie at May 11, 2005 06:47 PM (PGmfY)

6 I wouldn't worry about the social thing as much. Age isn't the determinant of social ability and acceptance. If he is ready academically, let him go. I was a november baby, if they had held me back I would have been bored to tears. Some bored and frustrated kids can be trouble.

Posted by: Susan at May 11, 2005 07:48 PM (pO1tP)

7 I think you're in a really good situation, either way. It's great that he doesn't have to change schools, and possibly even teachers. That kind of continuity will be very helpful, whatever option you choose. It's so hard to predict a kid's social development. Some are early-bloomers, and others are late. Some are naturally charismatic, and others will always be awkward. I personally don't think it's bad for a kid to be a little out of step with his peers, since kids these days do some really stupid things. I always thought sending a child to school early was a good idea, but now I wonder if, from an athletic perspective, it's better to wait. If you think Bear will want to be active in sports, I suppose it might put him at a disadvantage to be so much younger than the other kids.

Posted by: notdonnareed at May 12, 2005 01:35 AM (82Da3)

8 Do you see public school in the future at some point? What's the date cutoff there? I also have a November birthday, and graduated HS at 17, but at the time the NYC cutoff wasn't until December, so it wasn't unusual. Are any of his good friends from preschool going to be in kindegarten next year? If so, and if you like his current teacher, I think I'd go ahead and sign up for the kindegarten slot. You can always send him to kindegarten again the next year if he seems to be overwhelmed.

Posted by: Elizabeth at May 12, 2005 02:32 AM (v+q53)

9 Wow, this is a tough one, and you won't know what the right answer was for several years. For future public school, they generally won't/shouldn't make him repeat grades he's successfully managed at the Mont. school. My kids also have fall birthdays, and I started them both early because of the academic boredom factor. (Teachers and schools SHOULD put most weight on the academics, but you know, eventually they don't.) And yes, I worry more about the boy's social development (now in second grade) that I do about the girl's (now in fifth). I have come to understand that even for kids with the same birthday, there's a great variance of "normal" social development--being six months younger does NOT mean you will be smaller, or quieter! Kids don't age/move through stages in lockstep. I agree with the first poster--put him in K, and you can always repeat K depending on how the next year turns out. (On the other hand, if you're going to quit your job and stay home with him for a year of fun mom-and-kid time, then you want him to keep coming home early, right?) P.S. We've managed the sports thing by participating in extra-school soccer, where team assignment is strictly based on birthdate, not grade.

Posted by: cc at May 12, 2005 02:56 AM (O2Ovh)

10 Well, only you know Bear and know what's best, but here's my two cents. I was among the youngest in my class, started Kindergarten at 4 and was 17 when I graduated (turned 18 in October of my freshman year at college). I never struggled academically, really (just from laziness, not because it was too hard). I did feel less mature sometimes than my contemporaries, but I STILL feel that way every now and then . I just think school is such a long haul, giving the child the extra year of freedom at the end is worth it, especially if the teacher thinks he's ready. Good luck with your decision!

Posted by: Kris at May 12, 2005 03:11 AM (zqNbM)

11 yep. My Kid turned 5 on Aug. 30. He was JUST UNDER the cut-off (Sept. 1). I was a November baby, so I was the youngest in my class. I was fine with that. Like My Kid, I was more than ready (academically as well as socially) to go ahead and start. One parent asked me, "Consider this: do you want him to go off to college when he's 17 almost 18 or 18 almost 19?" That's a good arguement, but we started him anyway. He's done fine. I seriously do not think you or he will suffer from either decision. Have you talked to him? What does he want to do?

Posted by: kalisah at May 12, 2005 03:44 AM (Asbv8)

12 I've moved from antisocial bitch to www.ded63.com. Please update your link when you get a chance. Thanks!

Posted by: D~ at May 12, 2005 04:11 AM (g2gUG)

13 I always wondered if there was a stigma from being the "oldest" in a class. There wasn't on me, being the "youngest" - but then, there were always a few kdis who'd skipped a grade so I wasn't really the youngest anyway. Bear isn't all that interested in academics yet, although he seems to learn by osmosis - since he is starting to read and write now just the same as his classmates who spend a lot of time with the sandpaper letters at school. He loves karate but other sports not so much yet. He will spend hours and hours running around the playground at full speed with the kids playing tag and "chase me" but he isn't quite "there" for organized sport. I had never thought about a possible 2-year stint in Kindergarten. That's really got me thinking. Has anyone else done that?

Posted by: Elizabeth at May 12, 2005 04:22 AM (BAn4z)

14 I was a september birthday. They held me back so I was the oldest. Forever after that I always had older friends. I feel more comfortable with people 2+ years older than me. However, at the district I went to school they had advanced learning classes so I was taking classes 2 or more ahead of each grade I was in. I think it really doesn't matter. He'll fit in just fine. Kid's adapt.

Posted by: suz at May 12, 2005 05:00 AM (GhfSh)

15 From the point of view of academics, studies have pretty consistently shown that it's better to have them go ahead and start kindergarten sooner for kids whose age is on the borderline. (Source of random factoid: Einstein Never Used Flash Cards, which I just finished a couple of days ago). Especially since this way he gets to keep the same teacher, that's probably the way I'd go. But I think Bear will land on his feet no matter where you put him - he seems to be that kind of kid.

Posted by: ElizabethN at May 12, 2005 05:54 AM (ERU18)

16 I'd say ignore ages, ignore social strata, ignore youngest/oldest. Put him where the content will appeal to him the most. If he's interested in what he's doing he'll be comfortable where he is.

Posted by: Jim at May 12, 2005 08:08 AM (tyQ8y)

17 I say shoot and ask questions later! Oh wait wrong cliche' We started one early and the other we may need to wait until his teen years to enroll. I think it's a gut feeling. Yeah go with your gut.

Posted by: Genuine at May 12, 2005 08:35 AM (bSmzT)

18 Ooh - tough decision! My son (12) is an August birthday & started kindergarten at 5, my daughter (9) is a Septermber birthday & started at 6. I wish I would've held my son back, he was mentally ready but not socially (which we learned too late)and still hasn't really caught up. My daughter, on the other hand, is doing much better all around; but I can't trace that to starting Kindergarten late. Hopefully you'll find the answer for Bear soon.

Posted by: Cursingmama at May 12, 2005 09:24 AM (PoQfr)

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I was dreaming of living in a NYC penthouse, with - and I don't understand this - Ashton & Demi and clan in the other apartment on the floor and sharing the large deck. I wore gorgeous gowns and amazing shoes and smelled like Coco by Chanel.

I was twirling into the apartment, in a striped silk cocktail dress that would make Sarah Jessica Parker weep with envy, when I heard it:

Bear: It won't come out.

CD: Well sit some more and keep trying.

Bear: It's hard and it won't come out.

*Pulled a pillow over my head. Reminded myself that it is definitely CD's turn to deal with this. I have taken off two mornings from work in the last couple of months when over-indulgence in goldfish crackers or molasses cookies caused this problem before.*

In my dream, there were tall trees providing dappled shadows into my lovely apartment. And a view of Central Park. A riot of sunset on the horizon. Count Basey was providing the soundtrack.

CD: We have some pills. They go up your boom-boom and will make the poopy soft and come out.

Bear: Do they hurt?

CD: They shouldn't. They feel funny, though. Can you be brave?

Bear: Yes, I can be brave, Daddy.

*Rolled over and pretended I was still asleep. Reminded myself that last month CD had been happily sitting in his cubby while I had been rubbing Bear's back and speaking in soothing tones while he sat on the toilet and waited for the orange juice to work.*

CD: I can't find the suppositories.

ME: I bought new ones, in the medicine cabinet in the kitchen.

CD: What's this other stuff?

ME: Oral medicine that does the same thing.

Bear: (After tasting it) Uh, that's yucky. Can we do the other one that goes in the boom-boom?

CD: (Tasting it himself) Gross.

ME: Cod liver oil and flavorings.

CD: (Making a face) No amount of flavorings can help cod liver oil.

I dig back under the covers and try to recapture my sepia dream. The light, the breeze, the music. I change the neckline of my dress to more low cut, night falls and the lights of New York come alive on the other side of the floor-length windows.

I have a martini, and stroll out on the deck. A tall, dark man (maybe CD? Maybe Clive Owen?) is there, smoking a cigar. I hear the faint sounds of a party from the other apartment.

He looks at me, and grins. I grin back. He leaves the cigar in a large crystal ashtray and walks towards me, holding out his hand. The moment we touch, I get shivers.

Bear: The poopy won't hurt?

CD: No, the medicine will make it soft.

Bear: OK.

CD: (Trying to hide his grossed-out expression) Now let's put it in your boom-boom.

ME: (Sighing, opening my eyes and getting out of bed) Let me get a towel, this could be messy.

All's Well That Ends Well: Sure enough, while CD ran to Dunkies to get us some coffee and bagel, Bear had a successful run to the potty. Grinning, he explaimed that the poopy had been soft and had come "right out"!

Mysterious guy on the deck, however, has drifted away for good into the mist of dreams. Ah, well.

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1 Okay, tell your secret. How do you get your husband to be willing to do that? Hubby has watched me push the medicine in the boom boom, but I don't think any money in the world would convince him to do the pushing. I'm not sure he would even THINK of such a thing on his own!

Posted by: Tammy/averagemom at May 04, 2005 05:53 AM (aFeo0)

2 I pretended to be asleep But he knew it was his turn for sure!!! Between you and me, I'm actually the more grossed-out one of the two of us. Really, I'm a woos.

Posted by: Elizabeth at May 04, 2005 06:19 AM (nuRFq)

3 Oh God! I just love your Bear stories! I was waiting for your dream to incorporate Bear's issue after a while.

Posted by: B at May 04, 2005 07:01 AM (TQHLW)

4 That's something that CD was about to handle all this on his own. But I would have definitely been doing the "I'm still sleeping" business too!

Posted by: Grace at May 04, 2005 07:23 AM (2NuSo)

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Opening his first Birthday present, ever. August, 2001.

There he is, with that stubborn look we know so well. Eleven months old there, we were still getting settled in the house. Bear wanted that box open, and NOW.

They ask if he's got that fiery personality that redheads are known for. Actually, he's pretty laid back. But when he wants something, he's like a Doberman. Don't mess with him if you aren't fully suited up, cup and all.

Today in the car, it was his turn to pick the song:

Me: Look, it's my car. I get a veto.

Him: But I like the Shrek song (Smashmouth's "I'm a Believer")

Me: Not again. What about Will Smith? "Just the Two of Us" or "Wild Wild West"?

Him: No, Mommy. The Shrek song.

Me: No way, Jose. How about some disco? Or Doobie Brothers?

Him: Shrek.

Me: Look, Bear. When I was growing up, they didn't have car seats, or even seat belts in the back seat.

Him: Really?

Me: Yep. And phones had cords, and TV didn't 'pause', and water didn't come out of the refridgerator door. And there were no DVD players in the car - much less CD players.

Him: Why not?

Me: Because they weren't invented yet. But the point here is that this should be fun for me, too and I am tired of Shrek and the Drumline soundtrack. How about John Mellencamp? You like "Jack & Diane".

Him: Fine.

Me: Good.

Him: After Shrek.

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