Waiting

I seriously waited nearly all day for a PhD student to come to our home to humiliate us
give Jake a language test. We are part of her sleep study, which so far has consisted of Jake fighting with us about putting on something called an actigraph (a watch that measures motion) and me filling out a lot of psychological profile information.

Clearly the woman has no children, and no friends who have kids with autism...or toddlers.

Whatever. Descartes wants me to pull out of the study because she has only been condescending, and then basically rude. I am going to try to stick it out just in case we help even one other family with her research.

By the way, if this is what it takes to get a PhD these days? I should totally do it.