Ooohhh, you guys, it's been a tough week. The toddler is sleeping terribly, I was trying to get a manuscript draft finished, my other manuscript got rejected after I spent MANY MANY HOURS making the changes they requested, and I'm weary of being on my own with only the slavering Rottweiler and the shrieking home security system for company. Today my 9yo woke up sick and got worse, until I wondered if he might have meningitis: fever rising sharply in defiance of the ibuprofen, headache, neck pain, no appetite.
Blessings to be counted: (1) He's much better now and the doctor's office was very helpful over the phone. (2) I did send off the manuscript draft to one of my co-authors, even though Figures 1 and 2 still need to be smacked around. (3) My 11yo comes home tomorrow -- hurray! (4) There is ice cream in the freezer and I'm going to eat a little more of it. For medicinal purposes, you understand. (5) Oh! And! I found out today that my current contract might be extended for a year, possibly. Not sure if it will come through since the bureaucrats in DC have to sign off on it, and not sure if it's best even if it comes through, but I had been feeling really weighed down by the fact that I was almost double digit days into July and still I had no idea what I'd be doing with myself after August. I had almost persuaded myself that I ought to write a book but really the postdoc option would be more prudent.
I have about 45 blog posts kicking around in my head but oh goodness I am not feeling very energetic just now. Buona notte.
You know, I think that in certain circumstances, moaning is an under-utilized tool of survival. In fact, I think we owe our continued existence only to our foremothers' capacity for moaning when all else fails. When the going gets Really Tough and and the toddler ain't sleepin' - it's moaning time! (In other words, you deserve that ice cream. And I'll happily wait until you get those posts out.)
Posted by: rachel | July 09, 2011 at 07:39 AM