(Actually now with PhD, but Doctor of Philosophy just doesn't have the same evil ring, does it?)
Is supposedly what today's full moon is called. Today was my actual birthday.
It may well be a long night--I spent the entire day doing nothing but getting. the. baby. to. sleep. Then he'd wake up 5 minutes later. After 15 or so hours of that, your brain is kind of fried. TheLimey is now taking a turn walking him. I don't know how I can possibly work on my dissertation this year, let alone get it done.
The analyses should only take a day of work--but that means an actual day of work. You know, a day with hours in it, not twelve 2-minute segments.
I've been trying to do the analyses for months now. I'm always all optimistic at the beginning of each day, then at about 8:30pm my mood crashes as I realize yet another day is gone and I've made absolutely no progress at all, despite my efforts. And even if he goes to sleep, at that point I'm so beat and frazzled that I wouldn't trust me to balance my checkbook, let alone do complex statistics and write about them.
Hey, I didn't say I was never going to write about this stuff--I'm keeping it to a minimum, believe me.
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Let me know if you ever need an extra pair of arms!
-The Baby Whisperer
Hey, I totally warmed him up for you! ;)
I have to send you a pic of that. Or post it on Flick'r, perhaps.
Wait, did you say it was your birthday? In that case, a belated happy birthday.
As for the work, I can only imagine how rough it must be. I remember going to grad school full time, working full time, and trying to have a normal social life as well, and I'm sure that wasn't nearly as hard as having a baby in tow.
I'm just exhausted thinking about it. I think I'll take a nap under my desk now.
I'm reading this late, but Happy Birthday from Saskatchewanistan!
Hope that Shortie doesn't completely wear you out. "Thank God he's cute," we used to say about our Sprout when he slept so fitfully, or else we'd have sent him out the door long ago... Making them way-cute was a really smart species survival move, in my opinion.
The last year of my thirties! I did get to eat a lot of chocolate cake, so it was a successful birthday.
Luckily, I have found a new kind of baby wrap that allows Limelet to sleep longer (than 15 minutes) and allows me to have both hands free while he's sleeping, so I have actually begun doing a little work this week.
Plus, he's almost 12 weeks now, and I think he's getting just a little bit easier. Either that or I'm just getting used to "the New Normal."
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