I am not really built for multi-tasking. Rather, I am built for long afternoons of single-minded activities (with reading being at the top of the list). But these last several days, and in the upcoming weeks, it's all about broken time and interruptions. Yes, many of them are good interruptions, but it makes my desire for single-mindedness burn stronger.
There's tomorrow Big Celebration--a birthday party for both kids, to which I have invited just about everyone. Are you coming? You can. There will be a bounce house for the grown ups and beer for the kids. Wait, strike that. Reverse it.
Then there's the smaller birthday dinner for Roo on Monday. Then I have to write up some student learning outcomes. Then my dad visits. Then there are dentist appointments. And then there is the fact that, somehow, my house is always a disaster, even right after I clean it. So I'm doing that everyday. Oh, yes, and then there are my beautiful children for whom I must care. Then there is packing for the cruise. Yes, a cruise. You aren't feeling sorry for me anymore, are you.
I had envisioned getting a lot of dissertation work done during the three weeks between submitting grades and going on the cruise. But, clearly, I was delusional.
Perhaps this is why I've recently been fantasizing about homesteading (and I'm currently reading Letters from a Woman Homesteader by Elinore Rupert/Pruitt Stewart). Somehow, it sounds like such a unified life. Or maybe not a homestead, but a nice simple life on a few acres. I could raise vegetables and chickens. Do a bit of canning. Maybe pull out the sewing machine and take on some projects inspired by my friend over here. The kids could run around outside. I could read while they play. Or maybe it's not quite that easy . . .
Or I guess I could just quit my job and PhD, and then my life would be more unified.