This morning I was tossing Ian up in the air, when I caught him wrong and wrenched my back. Perhaps it is time to admit that he's no longer a baby, but a seven year old who weighs nearly 50 pounds.
When the semester ended last month, I decompressed for two weeks. I caught up on doctor's appointments and cleaned the house. After my life got straightened out, I went back to work.
It took nearly three days for me to get the courage to open the research paper on my computer. I hadn't looked at it in at least six months and I had forgotten what the thing was about. I had to wade back into the paper taking little steps. Like getting used to the ocean water at the beginning of July.
I made the big plunge last week. The introduction was completely scrapped. A huge reorganization happened. I reorganized my whole lit review into Zotero and figured out how to make Skim my default .pdf reader. I found a couple of papers that on first glance were dangerously similar to what I'm doing. Small heart failure. Recovery.
New routines are being established. When I get the kids out the door, I start work either upstairs in the office or at the library. I have to get some form of exercise everyday even if it's just walking to the library. Then I work until Ian gets home at 3. That's a full 6-1/2 hours. It is possible to work nearly a full day while the kids are at school. The trick is to not use up that time with other stuff. More on my methods another day.
Life is so ridiculously good right now. I'm productive. The kids are doing well. I am making dinner every night with like real food. Soccer season has ended. Swim classes are finished. We can reclaim the weekends and start to drive places. I bought some really cute flipflops at J.Crew today with skulls on them. So, my wrenched back is really, very minor.