Typing slowly with one hand while I hold baby, as usual, which leads to terse text.
This morning, I finally (via my poor overworked husband) sent off the last of my internship apps for this, my third, year.
As you may recall, I did actually get a really good spot last January, but nearly simultaneously discovered that we'd be having a baby about the same time the internship began.
After much finagling with [Organization]--who don't "officially" allow sites to "hold" internship slots--the site director basically agreed kindly to tear up our contract with no penalty to me. Thank goodness; because I can't imagine already being away from the Limelet at a 50-hour-a-week job, which I would have been now that he's over 6 weeks old.
Anyway, now that I've done with the @$*&% applications once again, I can spend my "spare" time turning my mind to other things.
Now when I'm sneaking work time alone at 3:30 am, I can work on my dissertation. Or when he's sleeping in his sling in the daytime, I can use my one free hand to (very slowly) tidy the kitchen.
I can make phone calls to straighten out (for the 6th year in a row) why the graduate school hasn't paid this semester's tuition again, and how I let my student malpractice insurance lapse on the day I was giving birth! (Though I won't be seeing clients again until next summer at least.) I might even get to the basket of wedding thank-yous...now that it's been well over a year. Sheesh.
Heck, maybe I could eat breakfast and lunch!
But one thing at a time.
Until I have to start interviews again. Heaven knows how we're going to manage that this year...>sigh<