Duranie

My naive 11yo self loved this song, but instinctively knew not to sing it around my parents. I really had no idea lol.

Since birth our brains are wired to look for faces. It helps with survival when the helpless wiggly thing bonds with the giant who is full of hormones telling them to protect it.

As we grow we learn to recognize other patterns, which help us find food, be safe, find a mate, etc. Our brains are constantly looking to match everything we see with something from a previous experience. Which is unfortunately one of the places PTSD can pop up. Say you had a traumatic experience - you may not remember seeing someone wearing a red hat just prior to something terrible happening, but your brain might. In the aftermath it's possible that you find yourself uncomfortable around someone wearing a red hat but can't figure out why. You may not remember, but your brain does and thinks it's helping by alerting you too a problem.

You could lay a slice of hard cooked egg where the storm is lol.

The last hotel I stayed at (fancy expensive hotel for a company gathering) had a mini fridge stocked with ridiculously expensive items, in such a way that the fridge was unusable for outside items. There was also a note that any items removed from the fridge would automatically be charged to the room. There was one bottle of complimentary water on the counter though.

I believe they had a typo entering their PIN. The property number is like 15 digits long with multiple hyphens. It was fine last year, but this year they got "wE cAn'T vErIfY yOuR pRoPeRtY tAxeS" .🙄

My son made a mistake on his state taxes and his return was rejected. The letter he got back basically said "we couldn't verify your reported property taxes, so you can resubmit a correction or do nothing and accept our version of your taxes" (where he gets back about $200 less because of a typo.)

So, like, yeah. They're just comparing your notes to theirs, with the default benefiting the state.

More like "how do you find a moment to catch your breath and let your brain reset after you worked through your breaks, haven't gotten to use the bathroom, and feel like you're going to punch your patient in the face if they bitch about not getting a hot meal at 11:30pm."

Weighted blankets can help with the transition too!

This is my retirement plan. When the time comes, I'll hide in the vast caves and eat cheese the rest of my existence.

Not sure of the ages of your children, but as a 52yo who grew up in the States, I averaged 2-3 hours of homework a night in grade school. They'd tell us "oh, it's only about 15-20 minutes per class" which doesn't sound terrible, except that it was more like 20-30 minutes of work x 4-6 classes. By 7th grade I burned out and realized that the world didn't end if I started skipping homework, and my test grades remained about the same. I just had to live with the stifling anxiety over getting in trouble for not getting my homework done.

Thankfully by the time my kids came along schools started pulling back on the volumes of unnecessary homework. I also never pressured them to get every assignment done, but instead asked them if they understood what they were doing. As adults having completed further educational programs, they did just fine. I'm glad that as time goes on, kids are getting more of a chance to be kids.

Speaking of creepy titles, I actually get paid to touch people to death.

(I'm a hospice massage therapist 😛.)

As close as you can get to "eat soon". It'll have a decent air pocket developed and the membrane adhering to the shell will be weaker.