24 hours...
Jan. 31st, 2006 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fleaI find these so interesting when other people do them. Once you get to today, you'll see why I am spamming LJ instead of doing work...
Monday:
4pm: Leave work, take bus to child care center, pick up child, take second bus with child to other campus, walk home.
4:30: Arrive home. Kiss husband who worked from home, fend off responsibility for dinner, nurse child briefly, fend off demands to watch a movie or PBS kids, enter negotiation into going to the park as it is a beautiful day and park friends we haven't seen in months due to winter are there. Casper not enthusiastic.
4:45: Go to park. Push Casper on swing and have a little chitchat.
5pm: Return home, as Casper wants to. Casper diappears into kitchen to pester mr. flea who is cooking dinner. I disappear into internet.
5:30: Eat dinner (black bean soup and rice). Casper mostly doesn't eat since she ingested assorted pistachios, peanut butter bread, and black beans during the dinner-making.
6:15: Play in living room for a while, then into study and watch some of ABC news since we are caught in the pathos of Bob Woodruff being blown up.
7pm: TV off. Casper suggests story time. We read in her room, and change into jammies.
8pm: First attempt at turning off the light and getting Casper to sleep. Since this is when we usually *start* story time, I am well aware it is doomed to fail. We have a prolonged period of studying "Mr. Paint Pig's ABCs," which we read every night right now and have already read in detail tonight.
8:30: Adults are falling asleep. Casper is rarin' to go. mr flea: "Where do you get your energy from?" Casper: "From these pigs!" Multiple attempts to get Casper to lie in bed fail.
9pm: "Come to Jesus" meeting with Casper about going to sleep. Refuse to stay with her because she has been so recalcitrant.
9:15: Casper can't open her door today, but she is twisting the knob and crying/whining for us.
9:45: I think everyone in the house is asleep.
11:35: Casper is crying. I find her in a small heap on the floor of her room. I transfer her to bed, and she is very happy to see me and falls asleep immediately. I do too, in her bed.
2:30: Casper wakes, and so do I. She wants to nurse, and I say no. After some restlessness and discussion, she falls asleep. I go back to my bed.
3:15: I am still awake, and so is mr. flea. We fall asleep again. It's raining.
6:20am: I wake up.
6:35: I get out of bed and start to get dressed. Casper wakes up and is crying for me. We nurse briefly and I change her diaper. I take her to my room and she lies on the bed while I get dressed.
6:50: Casper and I go to the kitchen and eat breakfast, and I pack lunch.
7:10: Bathroom interlude while I wash my face and Casper plays with combs. I get mr. flea to wake up.
7:15: Back to the kitchen, Casper is on a stool in a good mood and mr. flea is ambulatory and I am able to leave without anyone crying.
7:30: Arrive at work, having taken the bus and read 10 pages of I, Claudius. Deal with email, internet.
8am: Public service desk. Lots of email today, otherwise quiet.
9am: Office monthly birthday party. I forgot to bring food. Happily not a catastrophe.
9:40: Mail run, assorted errands.
10am: Two-hour seminar on managing priorities. Decent, although turns into a library gripe-fest a little.
12: Internet, show colleague the way to find the lactation room in the building, lunch at desk, email.
1pm: 1.5 hour open meeting on quality of service survey done in spring 2005. Decent, although turns into a library gripe-fest a little.
2:30: Email, internet, decide rest of day cannot be used for actual accomplishments so begin spamming LJ.
4pm: Leave work for bus to get kid.
Usually I have fewer meetings, especially not long, high-intensity ones like this, and actually accomplish some project-related work as opposed to just putting out fires and answering people's questions via email. Otherwise, this is typical life.
Monday:
4pm: Leave work, take bus to child care center, pick up child, take second bus with child to other campus, walk home.
4:30: Arrive home. Kiss husband who worked from home, fend off responsibility for dinner, nurse child briefly, fend off demands to watch a movie or PBS kids, enter negotiation into going to the park as it is a beautiful day and park friends we haven't seen in months due to winter are there. Casper not enthusiastic.
4:45: Go to park. Push Casper on swing and have a little chitchat.
5pm: Return home, as Casper wants to. Casper diappears into kitchen to pester mr. flea who is cooking dinner. I disappear into internet.
5:30: Eat dinner (black bean soup and rice). Casper mostly doesn't eat since she ingested assorted pistachios, peanut butter bread, and black beans during the dinner-making.
6:15: Play in living room for a while, then into study and watch some of ABC news since we are caught in the pathos of Bob Woodruff being blown up.
7pm: TV off. Casper suggests story time. We read in her room, and change into jammies.
8pm: First attempt at turning off the light and getting Casper to sleep. Since this is when we usually *start* story time, I am well aware it is doomed to fail. We have a prolonged period of studying "Mr. Paint Pig's ABCs," which we read every night right now and have already read in detail tonight.
8:30: Adults are falling asleep. Casper is rarin' to go. mr flea: "Where do you get your energy from?" Casper: "From these pigs!" Multiple attempts to get Casper to lie in bed fail.
9pm: "Come to Jesus" meeting with Casper about going to sleep. Refuse to stay with her because she has been so recalcitrant.
9:15: Casper can't open her door today, but she is twisting the knob and crying/whining for us.
9:45: I think everyone in the house is asleep.
11:35: Casper is crying. I find her in a small heap on the floor of her room. I transfer her to bed, and she is very happy to see me and falls asleep immediately. I do too, in her bed.
2:30: Casper wakes, and so do I. She wants to nurse, and I say no. After some restlessness and discussion, she falls asleep. I go back to my bed.
3:15: I am still awake, and so is mr. flea. We fall asleep again. It's raining.
6:20am: I wake up.
6:35: I get out of bed and start to get dressed. Casper wakes up and is crying for me. We nurse briefly and I change her diaper. I take her to my room and she lies on the bed while I get dressed.
6:50: Casper and I go to the kitchen and eat breakfast, and I pack lunch.
7:10: Bathroom interlude while I wash my face and Casper plays with combs. I get mr. flea to wake up.
7:15: Back to the kitchen, Casper is on a stool in a good mood and mr. flea is ambulatory and I am able to leave without anyone crying.
7:30: Arrive at work, having taken the bus and read 10 pages of I, Claudius. Deal with email, internet.
8am: Public service desk. Lots of email today, otherwise quiet.
9am: Office monthly birthday party. I forgot to bring food. Happily not a catastrophe.
9:40: Mail run, assorted errands.
10am: Two-hour seminar on managing priorities. Decent, although turns into a library gripe-fest a little.
12: Internet, show colleague the way to find the lactation room in the building, lunch at desk, email.
1pm: 1.5 hour open meeting on quality of service survey done in spring 2005. Decent, although turns into a library gripe-fest a little.
2:30: Email, internet, decide rest of day cannot be used for actual accomplishments so begin spamming LJ.
4pm: Leave work for bus to get kid.
Usually I have fewer meetings, especially not long, high-intensity ones like this, and actually accomplish some project-related work as opposed to just putting out fires and answering people's questions via email. Otherwise, this is typical life.