Happy 2010!! Is it “twenty-ten” or “two thousand ten”?

My favorite non-starter was “O10” (as in “O9”, even though letters have no place in these numbers).  I think most people have realized that “O10” is non-sensical. It would have been ok had we referred 2009 as “OO9”.  Then we could pretend that it was the year of international people of mystery and be relieved that that movie has ended.  Anyway, I am going off on a scary tangent that will reveal just how odd I really am.

So my first neurotic moment of 2010 happened even before midnight:

We had friends over for New Year’s.  Many were parents of kids about our son’s age.  So, I asked a burning question:  have you told your child(ren) about the danger of electricity and water?  A few nights before I had asked POB (partner of blogger) if she knew whether our son knew about this danger.  She didn’t know and immediately I had visions of our son waking from a sound sleep in the middle of the night, finding an electrical appliance, running a bath and electrocuting himself.  POB promised me, PROMISED me, that she would talk to our son about this.  (Sometimes, my son likes to test me and push back on my warnings and this was one I didn’t want risk.)  POB also assured me that she would call a psycho-pharmacologist the next business day so that I could get the help I needed.

Epilogue:  POB kept forgetting to tell our son.  So I had to tell him and I told him that he couldn’t test my authority on this one.  (Luckily, POB did call the psycho-pharmacologist for me, as one of HER New Year’s resolutions:  for both of us to have a happy, healthier year.)