Random notes

Late last night as we were driving home from another Christmas party a small frantic voice erupted from the back seat:

"AAAAHHH!! I CAN'T EVEN KEEP MY EYES OPEN! THEY JUST KEEP SHUTTING! ACK ACK ACK ARGHHHH!!!"

He doesn't know that it's only really a problem if you're the driver.

I have a couple of questions:

1. How much false labor can a girl really take? I mean, it's constant. The other day I had contractions five minutes apart for the whole darn day, and the only reason I knew not to drive the hour and fifteen minutes to the hospital is because after two children I know what real labor feels like, and the same thing happened with both the other kids. It's as though they just get gradually stronger and stronger until finally I'm in real labor (which better not happen for another two weeks) but man, these fakey ones still hurt. At best, they're really annoying as I'm waddling around trying to pick up toys.

2. Why on earth is my daughter terrified of the bathroom floor? On any given morning she'll walk through the doorway and stand wailing beside me as I'm doing dishes in the bathroom sink, clutching my pant leg for dear life. She even moves as though she's afraid of falling, like she's balancing precariously on the edge of a cliff and has to wave her arms around to keep from plummeting. It's as though she's had some sort of major wipeout on that floor, only she hasn't. Or, not to my knowledge, anyways. Maybe I should ask her dear father whether he has any ideas about this.