4.45pm is far too early to quit work. I'm very lucky to live and work 10 mins from nursery -- but surely 4.55pm is far too late to collect a 1-yr-old from nursery. Bit of a dilemma.
But I get to have a lovely time with The Boy in the morning, and again when we come home and have tea. Dancing round the kitchen, eating spaghetti hoops on toast... I don't know a more effective remedy for the headache of lit reviews, paper-drafting-procrastination, graduate student supervision and general professional angst than being treated to a spontaneous and unambiguous performance of Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes, complete with self-applause. Once he's in bed, I don't feel so distraught about my impoverished Google Scholar citation stats. For a little while, anyway...
But I get to have a lovely time with The Boy in the morning, and again when we come home and have tea. Dancing round the kitchen, eating spaghetti hoops on toast... I don't know a more effective remedy for the headache of lit reviews, paper-drafting-procrastination, graduate student supervision and general professional angst than being treated to a spontaneous and unambiguous performance of Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes, complete with self-applause. Once he's in bed, I don't feel so distraught about my impoverished Google Scholar citation stats. For a little while, anyway...
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