Thursday, February 19, 2015

Post-

Post-tenure.  Post-infertility. Post-books. Post-Tiny Boy. Post-I-will-never-sleep-ever-again.

It is 10:15.  I've been awake since Tiny Boy came in with me about 5:55.  (Had to fetch him milk. Feed cats who decided it was also time to be awake.)  I've had breakfast.  Finished (finally) the book chapter so student intern can copyedit.  I could work on other writing, probably will in a moment, but I only have 45 minutes before I need to leave.  And LG is home (windchill is something like -25F, with actual temperature also below zero).

There was a time not too long ago that I'd be panicked, a lot of work to get done and the second day this week I've had kids home (one unplanned), on top of sick day.  But life post-?  Not so much.  One could say I've achieved something resembling "balance," but I'm not sure that's right.  Perhaps just perspective.  Perhaps just exhaustion.

I say "yes" to things:  a new committee assignment, another letter of rec, reviewing for a major journal in my field, family friends coming over for dinner.  I say "no" to things: going in to the office to finish something when I'm sick, writing group, probably a work event tomorrow.

Because even if I plowed through everything on my to do list, there would still be more.  That's just life.


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