Old People Say the Darndest Things

AKA, Somebody stop me before I unleash my pent-up fury on not just the MIL but my own parents as well.
All three of them are in the house.  In the livingroom. Right outside my door, the door behind which I’m supposed to finish at least another quarter of this fucking chapter before I send it [...]

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I learned medicine–on the internets!

I don’t know whether to get the H1N1 vaccine, and I don’t know whether to get it for The Baby.
Yesterday I went to the GP to get some blood tests (Hi, ridiculously low iron levels!  How are we doing now?) and a flu shot (which they ran out of, so I ended up getting it [...]

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Banished. Again.

So now that Wizard has successfully defended his dissertation (I wrote “situation” originally.  Am I alone in finding this hilarious?), and is a DOCTOR, but not the kind that makes a lot of $$$, we’ve been trying this thing where as soon as he gets home from work I pass him The Baby, and he [...]

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So…how’s it going?

I’ve written a page in a week.  I cannot work in short bursts.  I cannot.  I try, but I can’t write.  I can think, and jot, but not compose.
Translation: I am seriously fucked.
My advisor, bless her “no babies before dissertations!” heart, has been nothing but absolutely supportive.  She’s a feminist theorist, so I had every [...]

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ARRRRRRGGGHHHH.

Question:  How many times can one (passive-aggressively) express one’s disagreement with the number of toys one’s grandson possesses via conversation with said grandson?
Answer:  I lost track.  But I’ll tell you what, the woman’s capacity for invention is endless.  Every game with the baby is a game that starts with “You don’t need a _____ when [...]

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Code Name: Mona

My mother-in-law is here, and will be in-residence through the middle of October.
Ahem.
I don’t go in for the classic MIL hatred partly because it’s a bullshit girl-on-girl crime sort of thing, a relationship shortcut that refuses to recognize the reality of female relationships in their full range of animosity/love.  Partly I just don’t have that [...]

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How to Write a Dissertation after Having a Baby

I don’t know how to write a dissertation after having a baby.  I truly don’t.  But I titled the post as such to lure here those of my ilk, the other parents and caregivers of children who have dissertations to write and babies to raise.
See, every once in a while I google that phrase above, [...]

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Photo Friday

Some people are very good at weekly features.  I’m not one of them.  But I am in favor of keeping this whole posting thing going, so here are some baby feet from back in April:

By the way, I’ve done two work-positive things this week:  I’ve committed to the diss. writing group at school and have [...]

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Is it still a swing when it crashes to the ground?

I am so royally fucked, and I’m depressed about my state of affairs, which makes me want to crawl back into bed, which has necessitated the drinking of coffee, which I feel bad about because it’s bad for the baby.
So I have two major problems.
Problem One:  We are completely unprepared for the possible impending I-hope-so [...]

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Dispatches from Childbirth Class

I haven’t taken any kinds of classes in about three years, which is probably a lot less than most of the other people in my “weekend intensive” childbirth education class.  This is the class designed for people who can’t manage the normal course of four weekly classes, which means it’s meant for “professionals,” not grad [...]

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