Somehow it's About to Get Worse

I just got a buttload of work from my freelance employer. Crap. I have no time for freelance work, but I can't just back out on the dude. So now my evenings will be filled with tedious PostgreSQL command-line comparisons, eye strain, and loss of sleep. Then there's the newsletter I've signed up to help with for AB's school. And my on-call rotation. It's approaching breaking point. Too many commitments, too few of me. I'm starting to stress. Things will start to get dropped. I am not an altruist. This will only last so long.

Want to know the last time I ran? Last Friday. It's Tuesday. I feel like shit. Late nights with on-call work are primarily to blame, but I could have gotten up this morning. Stupid alarm clock. Stupid 9:00 meeting. Who calls a 9:00 meeting when you have staff who work all night on call? OK, I got two calls, not even close to "all night," but it sounded better the first way.

So I'm so freaking tired today and I just got more work and talked to the newsletter lady and have a review coming up at work and holy crap there is a breaking point on the horizon I can smell it.

And it's fasting week. Deity help me.

So go find great kid-related links and post them (which will email them to me) for the newsletter. And research how to cleanly output a schema to compare with another schema in PostgreSQL and a script to quickly convert the data from one to the other. Go now.

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Conversation with AB this morning:
"I don't want to go to school."
"Why not?" (Leaving off with quotes now, you understand.)
Because I will be lonely.
Why will you be lonely? All your friends will be there. Do you know what a friend is? (Short discussion.)
I will be lonely because I will miss my Daddy.
Oh, honey, but you will see him soon. Sometimes it's good to be away from Daddy.
And when I get home with Daddy I will miss my friends from school. (HOLY SHIT did she just say that?)
Oh! Avery. You are so smart. (Laughing.)
And then you will go to work. I wish I could go to work with you. (SHE IS NOT EVEN 3 YEARS OLD!)
I wish you could, too.
There's my caterpillar. He is my favorite animal. Will you hand me my caterpillar?
Of course.

She proceeded to talk about her caterpillar. I was floored by her advanced time cognition (thinking about how she will feel after she leaves school and goes home, several steps ahead), and ability to communicate future subjunctive desire (then you will go to work, wish I could go with you). Wow.

OK, I'm done gushing over my ankle biter.