The angry elephant and the problem about learning in your sleep

‘Mama, what did it start out as? It looks like an angry elephant.’ – The 5yo

MMM…woke up this morning to the pleasant smell of skunk having slept through my alarm…again.  I wouldn’t mind so much except I changed it to ‘Breathe’ by the Prodigy because I could and I couldn’t think of anything more appropriately eye-opening.  Now I keep turning it off.  If I’m not careful and sleep too late, I am woken by the cat in my face roaring like a…cat.  Clever kitty.

I went to bed last night contemplating the cost effectiveness of treating mild gestational diabetes; and wondering if the increased risk of pre-eclampsia and gestational hypertension in pregnant women with mild gestational diabetes could mean that the mechanism of the disease in its mild form was different from that in its more severe…

I woke up late and, I swear, as dumb as a rock.

I listened to an NPR story the other week on learning in your sleep.  The program concluded that the only thing they’ve been able to prove is that a person is better able to retain information after they’ve had a chance to process it in their sleep, i.e. napping is good.  They also said that simple conditioning can happen in sleep under controlled circumstances.

I am not sure that I understood the articles that I read before bed but I am most certain that I didn’t understand them in the morning.  I dreamt I was on a roller-coaster.

Perhaps my cat is conditioning me to live more spontaneously.

Perhaps I am feeling like I did when I took my 8yo on the Boomerang at Elitches…wasn’t such a good idea.

I asked when I got to work about the whole gestational diabetes thing…turns I didn’t really have any idea after all, the mechanism of the disease is the same…there goes my doctorate thesis idea.

Nevermind.

I’ve been working on some digital ‘artwork’, you know…in my spare time.  (Who needs to get laundry done?)  The picture above apparently appears like an angry elephant.  Guess it depends on your perspective.  I am quite excited that the small boy figured that the picture had mutated from something else.  I am also quite excited that I surprised him when I showed him the original.  Guess I’m not dumb, boring mum after all.  Guess I should try to enjoy the roller-coaster and be grateful that I don’t smell skunk every morning.  Guess I should also probably change my alarm.

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