Last September, I chronicled my journey through a fairly typical weekday as a first year assistant professor with an infant. The day started early and never really ended, so it took me three posts to tell the whole story (1, 2, 3). I always intended to revisit the project again, but it’s taken me 14 months to do so. Now I’m a second year assistant professor with an almost 2 year old and life seems only slightly less hectic. Below the fold, follow me as I get my day going. I’m going to spread this day out into multiple posts spanning most of the week, so you’ll have to keep coming back to catch up with me.
midnight – working on paper revisions for inadwrimo.
12:20 – shutting down the computer when minnow wakes up screaming. change in to jammies and bring her to bed with me.
12:30 – sudden small inspiration on the paper revision. Hope I can remember it in the morning.
early am hours – Minnow nurses once or twice but falls right back asleep.
5:15 – minnow is nursing again.
5:35 – minnow is nursing again and now the side of her jammies feel all wet. and so does the bed. damn. “Minnow, do you want to get a diaper change?” “Yea.”
5:45 – baby wiped down, diaper and jammies changed, back in bed avoiding the wet spot, hoping minnow will go back to sleep for an hour.
6:00-6:30 – it’s not working. She’s nursing and babbling and lying on her back kicking the bed and clapping – and, hey, where did that sticker come from?
6:30 – “Daddy, can you and Minnow go play in her room for a half hour so mommy can get some sleep?”
6:55 – They’re back. Time to get up, I guess.
7:15 – Minnow and I are out of the shower. She is refusing to put clothes on. Instead she wants to sit on her potty and read a book.
7:30 – A shirt has been forcefully added. But the prospect of wearing a jumper is being forcefully refused. It’s school picture day, but why would I possibly believe that the child who wouldn’t wear a halloween costume would be any less terrified, or obstinate, about new clothes? Silly me. Of course, now that the resistance has been raised, she won’t even put on normal pants.
7:40 – Breakfast and distractions are not helping the cause. Pants are added. Several cute cardigans are offered as “jackets,” which she normally loves but of course now refuses. Socks and shoes at least provoke a “my turn” and she’s dressed in something.
8:01 am. Out the door. Minnow with daddy to go to daycare. Mommy to work, via the drugstore for some meds and Starbucks for a venti Chai and an egg sandwich. Fiscally irresponsible, but I need the caffeine and the food.
8:39 am. In my office, take the meds, sit down at the computer to catch up on email (and blogs). Suddenly woozy. Is it the sleep deprivation, caffeine, the sick, or the meds? I don’t know but I hope it passes before lecture. Speaking of lecture, I better get ready for my 9:30 class.
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