Yay for run on sentences!

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I know there was a time when I could look at the things I had to do, the things I wanted to do and the time I had at my disposal and not whimper. I don't dare to wish it back because I fear this would start Armageddon.
The knowledge that it's mostly my own fault - because I couldn't be more lazy if I was dead some days (at least if vampire and zombie movies are to be believed) - doesn't help in the slightest when a week that would be busy under normal circumstances just became nearly unbearable because of my habit of procrastination.

So I can't give my rant on the appropriate age to take children to certain museums the time it deserves. (In short: If they can't even walk or be reasoned with not to scream if they aren't hurting, you don't take them to writer's homes with audio-tours and nothing to generally interest children of that age. People at the zoo or museums that show mummies or dinosaurs are in my experience more willing to tolerate children shrieking than people who have to press their headphones to their ears in a desperate move to understand the love poem read to them.)

Ok, now I'll read the milk hygiene material, answer the questions for Julia like I should have done three weeks ago (*headdesk* stupid, stupid, stupid *headdesk*), prepare the case report that I was forced to take today so I have some idea what I should be asking for at the meeting on Wednesday and read up on the other case report I have to do because this week is my rotation in the large animal internal medicine department (and it's funny that my patient is a Shetland pony foal and thus approximately the size of my dog - so much for large animals).

Everything else will have to wait until tomorrow.
If I now could only forget the fact that I have to work the night shift tomorrow, everything would be fine. Maybe if I bang my head some more on the desk...

Comments

[here-be-dragons.livejournal.com]

::hugs:: I'm a procrastinator, too, so I can relate.

And, as a parent, I understand *why* parents take children to places like that. Sometimes it's just too depressing to do *nothing* interesting because you've got a small child. I've taken Connor to all sorts of museums and places. Of course, if he makes a bunch of noise, we leave. It's not fair to submit everyone else to that just because I don't want to sit home all the time. (And yes, zoos and places like that I don't worry so much, because those are accepted as being "kid" places).

Oh, and in general I do find banging my head on the desk helps. It might not solve anything, but at least it feels good when you stop. And sometimes, that disorienting, spinning, seeing stars sort of feeling can be very comforting. Or at least you forget what was troubling you until it goes away. ;-)

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Oh, I've been to museums all my life - and I was a very anoying child - so I'm actually pretty accepting when kids talk a bit louder than neccessary or run a few steps. But this constant wailing *and the parents doing nothing* was just a bit too much. Especially since I'm sure the interiour design of Goethes house wouldn't interest most 10 year olds, let alone anyone under the age of 2.

Man muß wirklich nicht auf alles verzichten, nur weil man Kinder hat, aber ein bißchen Rücksicht ist nicht so schwer.

And I'm sure Connor is just lovely even in museums.
(Hmmm, I don't know how to say eine Schleimspur hinterlassen in English, but that's what I'm doing here. *g*)