Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Hazardous working conditions

It's really amazing how much work I can get done in a single quiet morning when I'm home by myself. This happens on exactly one day a week, and I milk it for all it's worth. This morning, I plowed through a whole bunch of writing assignments for my Writing & Research Methods class, AND calculated a workload estimate for a master's thesis I'm editing (this semester's editing season has started already! I can't believe it). I was a machine.

Then the kids got home from school and things came screeching to a halt. I've been working on my only remaining active writing assignment (which is due tomorrow) for five hours now, and I've only just barely punched out a reasonable draft that I can work with. I was working for four hours on and off, of course, hacking out a sentence here and there between trips to the kitchen to get the girls a snack and trips to the bedroom to get a new pair of panties for the 3-year-old and trips to the playroom to break up squabbles. It's a miracle I've written down even one coherent thought, really.

Sometimes I get to thinking about trying to be a mom + grad student (or a mom + anything, really), and I realized that a lot of men would never stand for such working conditions:

She's a very cute workplace productivity hazard, but she definitely takes her toll. And I love that my "office" (= a corner of the living room) is constantly strewn with kid projects and toys and trails of sand from outside.

So what I finally did, to get a stretch of unbroken work time, was send the girls outside with a fun-size leftover-Halloween-candy Twix each, telling them it was a piece of meat and they were pioneer girls who had been walking on the Oregon Trail all day. They immediately grabbed some play dishes and headed out to the back alley to cook it up.
OK, OK, so I gave them each TWO Twix bars. I'm that desperate to get some writing done, all right??

7 comments:

Glenda The Good said...

wow this picture is awesome!!!!!

Kathy Haynie said...

Hahaha - if you were really desperate, you would have given them the whole bag of candy...

Jen said...

I'd do just about anything for a fun size twix.

Nancy said...

I agree with Kathy.

Also, that picture is like, wedding-day worthy. Especially of Miriam. :) Such personality!

I hope you get some writing done. The corner of my office (and my desk) is always covered with artwork and toys and sippy cups and stuff. I can't keep it under control. I feel your pain...though I am not a grad student. :)

Liz Johnson said...

"Sometimes I get to thinking about trying to be a mom + grad student (or a mom + anything, really), and I realized that a lot of men would never stand for such working conditions."

AGREED. In fact, you should start sharing Jeremy's office with him! He gets it 50% of the time, and you get it 50% of the time! Jeremy, what say ye? :)

Scotty P said...

Sounds like its time for a nanny. Indulge yourself, you may never be able to again!

Britney said...

Very clever. I've never thought to use the Twix bar as meat on the Oregon Trail idea. I might try it, though, next time I'm in a pinch. :)

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