flea

For my library management class, we had to keep a time log for 3 typical days, to assess our time management skills. Only the analysis has to be turned in, not the actual log, but here's mine:

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Yesterday:
3am awakened by Casper cry. Try to keep sleeping. Fail. Get out of bed, take medicine forgotten at dinnertime and eat large quantity of M and Ms, read newspapers and catch up on F2F thread.
4:25 get back in bed. Maybe doze.
5am Casper cries, on and off for next half hour.
5:30 send mr. flea in to check on Casper. He discovers a leaky diaper and a very wet bed. I get up, change Casper and take her into our bed. mr. flea strips Casper's bed and goes to sleep on the couch.
7:09 wake up. Oops. Hastily make tea, make peanut butter sandwich, dress and run off to catch bus.
7:45 arrive at work. Email catch-up.
8-9 desk. Public emails, then a very tedious project that involves looking up OCLC numbers.
9-10 weekly department meeting.
10 instruct student, work on tedious project, FINISH tedious project, email nagging email to others about tedious project, mail run.
11:30 starving. Go to on-campus Farmer's Market and procure Veggie Lo Mein, also 4 ears of corn and 6 SC peaches. Peaches make office smell nice.
12:15 become stern with self and make stern list. Put some of the harder things on Monday. Write minutes for the morning's meeting, clear purchasing card transactions in the system and print monthly reports (involves cursing anal accounting person who kicked back a charge because she didn't know what book trucks were, sending several nagging emails to people who haven't turned in receipts, photocopying).
3 stop by HR office to pick up paperwork about leave: leave of absence form, affadavit of primary caregiver, FMLA form for doctor, proposal for flexible work options. Start filling it out.
4 catch bus, laden down with produce. Pee in pants. Am thankful I have a sweater around my waist.
4:15 arrive at day care. Casper has been dry all day and has just been to the potty, but pees in her pants as soon as I arrive. Change Casper. Settle her in stroller with an ear of corn. Walk home.
4:45 arrive home. Change myself. To park, where it's one of those days where only people we know by sight are there, and they're all on playdates. Casper, who is now in red t-shirt and apple-print overalls, is taken for a boy by everyone. Push Casper on swing while contempating the interesting multiethnic/international mix - 3 girls adopted from China with Caribbean nanny, playing with biracial children who are Canadian with USian nanny, plus black USian family having playdate with family of British/Lebanese parentage. Children's names: Elizabeth, Sara, and Catherine; Gabrielle and Jared; Lex, Ava, and unnamed baby girl; Olivia and Octavia. I didn't say it was a socioeconomic mix!
5:45 get floppy, persuade Casper to come home. Unable to persuade Casper to use the potty. She pees in her pants 10 minutes later. Change Casper. Start dinner.
6:15 mr. flea arrives home just in time to eat pasta with pesto (pasta wihout pesto for Casper, plus corn and cottage cheese). We eat in the living room, Casper demonstrating her abilty to slurp noodles with pride. I am very very tired and disappear into the internet. mr. flea changes poopy diaper.
7:15 mr. flea and Casper depart for quickie grocery run (diaper wipes, ice cream).
7:45 they return (Casper has alternately terroized and charmed Kroger shoppers by pushing her own cart); I devour a pint of Ben and Jerry's Dublin Mudslide, with Casper sharing. mr. flea changes poopy diaper (god bless him).
8:15 start bedtime; settle in Casper's bed (whoops, need to make it first) with laptop and Pixar cartoons, plus that commercial where the rubber balls go down the hill in SF.
9ish mr. flea leaves, and Casper falls asleep pretty quickly. Me first, though.
11:20 wake up and return to own bed.

So far today, I've been up since 4 and thinking about what I'd do if mr. flea died unexpectedly tomorrow. It would be quite the logistical and practical challenge, really. (Yes, the neighbor died.)