The school that H goes to is particularly good about exposing the kids to art, including music, visual art, and dance.  When we go to pick H up in the evening, we notice new works of toddler art that adorn the walls of the school.  The very first art piece that Holden brought home from school was a painting that he did sometime in October.  I was so touched when I first saw it—I had only ever used crayons with Holden at home.  Painting with a young toddler seemed so ambitious!  Yet when I looked at his painting, I could immediately visualize his fat little fingers smacking the sticky canvas.  I thought about how he probably loved the whole experience (except for having dirty fingers, which he HATES).  Tonight, I framed Holden’s first painting and will be hanging it in his room sometime this week:

Isn’t it awesome?!  He’s brought a few other works of art home since this inaugural painting, but none have really compared to this one.  Nevertheless, I am going to keep a scrapbook of everything he brings home from school.  I can’t bear to part with them.

This reminds me of one of my neighbors from when I was a kid.  I uniformly adored the other mothers in my childhood neighborhood, and one of the mothers relayed to my parents that she kept every single drawing or painting that her kids made.  I can totally relate to this behavior now—throwing these pieces out is too much like discarding a fleeting part of your baby to which you will never again have access.

It was dark by 4:30PM today.  This means that getting through the next couple of months is going to be challenging.  Once we hit November, I find myself anxious for the end of the year when we start getting more daylight back in our lives once again.

Yesterday was Halloween and I ended up missing it with H because I chose to go to a conference.  Shame on me.  I attended nearly all of the talks, and skipped out of the banquet at the end of the evening which would have been an excellent networking opportunity for me.  I skipped the banquet because I thought I could make it home in time to get H dressed in his costume and head out on a little walk through the neighborhood.  Of course, by the time I got home, it was already after 6PM.  Holden usually crashes around 6:30, and he was clearly in no mood to participate in any of the festivities.  So I ended up missing a sorely-needed networking opportunity in addition to missing Halloween with H.  Really, there was no way to attend the banquet AND spend Halloween with H, so I don’t know what I was expecting from myself.  These sorts of work/childrearing conflicts seem to be cropping up increasingly, and it’s really starting to make me feel ineffective at everything I do.  Not to mention that the conference was an exercise in self-loathing for me.  I got to see a lot of amazing talks and hear about some really innovative research.  I got to hear about how successful a lot of my peers are becoming, and while I am happy for them, it also makes me feel like a failure.  I think some of my feelings are motivated by the fact that the time I took off after H was born is starting to catch up to me.  I have read on other “women in science” type blogs that the holes in your research program and productivity don’t surface the year that you have your baby.  Instead, these holes in your training usually take 1-2 years to surface.  This makes sense because it usually takes a couple of years (at least) from an experiment’s inception to its publication in an academic journal.  I have realized that this is what is happening to me.  I’ve published everything (almost) that was already in the pipeline, and now I have to generate a whole new set of data before I can even begin to write any more manuscripts.  I’ve also embarked on some new techniques which are taking an especially long time to troubleshoot.  In sum, I feel like I have been working really, really hard, without any sort of reinforcement for that work.  I know that this is essentially the definition of what is it to work in a scientific discipline, but still…

Today we tried to catch up on all of the house chores and yard work that we don’t do when we are otherwise working our butts off.  I’ve had a few weekends of having to go into the lab, or (like this weekend) attending talks all day long.  The amount of housework that had piled up was sort of astounding.  Even though we were both completely tired (Holden wakes up throughout the night and wakes up for the day at 5AM!), R and I managed to rake most of the leaves from our yard.  We planned our meals for the week, made the grocery list, and did the shopping.  We did several loads of laundry, cleaned H’s room, changed his sheets.  We took H to the park, fed him snacks and meals and small bits of Halloween chocolate.  We bathed him, changed him, nursed him, and read him stories.  Now that he is in bed for the night (please, please let it be for the ENTIRE night), I am trying to wind down and reflect on what I need to do to make myself feel more effective with my life.  More accurately, I am reflecting on the REASONS that I feel less than effective with my life.  This is what I have come up with:

1.  I feel exhausted all the time.  Because I always feel tired, I feel inefficient with my work, and I often fall asleep before I have prepared myself for the following work day.  This leads to me rushing around in the morning when I am still exhausted, looking for my fucking keys/sunglasses/laptop charger, etc., while H has fastened himself to my leg, determined to extract every bit of attention he can during these precious, hurried, and stressful moments before we all pile into the car and rush to the daycare center.  Does this sound familiar to anyone???

2.  Down time is never time for relaxation.  It’s always time to do all of the other chores and tasks that are otherwise not getting done.  When was the last time I relaxed??  When was the last time I took a bath/read a novel for fun/ate a leisurely meal?  I realized recently that I sometimes get stomach cramps during dinner because I am rushing to eat everything before H melts down.  Even at work, I eat my lunch in 10-15 minutes and then it’s back to the grind.  And I know that I am not very skilled at decompressing.  R and I have never been good about taking breaks.  In the 10 years we have been together, we have taken a single one-week vacation.  We’ve had a few long weekends here and there, but we don’t often take long breaks.  I know that I never really learned how to relax, which oddly enough, is a skill that one has to cultivate.  As a general rule, my family did not take vacations when I was growing up either.  My father worked over 30 years with only two one-week vacations to punctuate the time.  Can you fucking imagine?  This is not a pattern I wish to continue with Holden.  I think it is important to role model what it means to take care of yourself, which includes taking breaks from the unrelenting stress of work.  So far, I’m not being a great role model.  I try to leave the stress of work at work, and I never work when I am around Holden (after all, he makes it impossible!)  However, when he goes to bed, I pick up my laptop and start working on a grant.  Or a syllabus.  Or a lecture.  Or maybe I’ll answer some e-mails from some students.  R works after H goes to bed, too.  And I know we both do this because there simply is not enough time in the day to get it all done when we are at work.  I try to be efficient at work so that I don’t have to bring work home.  But with certain things I don’t have a choice—for example, my course prep cannot be done at work because currently I am paid to run experiments, not to teach.  The prep work for teaching is not something I get paid for.  Thus, that work has to get done at home.  And then, when I am running experiments all day long, there is rarely time to write my grant.  Thus, some of that writing gets done at night.  Etc.  The bottom line is that my evenings need to be about having mandatory relaxation time.  Period.  I have to work this into my day or else I am simply not going to last.

3.  I need to go to bed earlier.  Like by 9PM.  I can’t continue to wake up a few times a night and then be up for the day at 5AM.  I just can’t.  Holden is a morning person and that ain’t gonna change.

4.  Exercise!  OK, the ultimate irony here is that I am a scientist who studies the effects of exercise on the brain.  And here I am NOT EXERCISING.  Or perhaps it’s more precise for me to say that I binge exercise.  I will do nothing for months and then run a few miles on the treadmill most days of the week for a few weeks.  Then I sit around for a few months.  Repeat.  I’ve been like this for as long as I can remember.  What is my problem exactly?  I’ve decided it’s pointless to berate myself over this—frankly, I don’t feel like I should even attempt any more exercising until I’ve treated myself to a few quiet evenings where I soak in the tub and get the sleep I deserve.

5.  I think I need to start journaling some of my scientific ideas and goals.  This is so basic, it seems almost stupid to type it here.  I always make myself a list of experiments that I want to run at the beginning of each semester.  This gives me a nice, quantifiable list of things that I can check off as they get completed.  It is unambiguous.  Rarely, however, have I detailed the “bigger picture” goals….e.g. what overarching goals do I have with my research?  What do I need to be reading to fill in the gaps of my knowledge?  How are the answers to my research questions going to impact the field?  Will they impact the field?  If not, why the fuck do I even bother?!  Basically, what I’ve realized (and a former committee member accused me of this years ago during one of my qualifying exams) is that I can’t see the forest for the trees.  I excel at creating hypothesis-driven experiments with all of the experimental conditions described, justified, and analyzed in excruciating detail.  I am good at being focused.  I am good at thinking of all the little details.  In contrast, I suck at being able to contextualize my research.  I have a hard time seeing how it fits in with the existing literature and how to formulate an entire research program that can sustain itself with interesting questions years down the line.  Now, I say that I am not good at these things.  But I also have to say that these things are really hard to do.  They take a lot of experience, I believe.

Over this weekend, while sitting through some challenging academic talks, I came to some important realizations about myself and about my research.  I started to get some perspective about what I need to do to make things come together.  And part of that requires that I set some goals—instead of merely outlining the tangible aspects of the academic term (like what specific experiments I intend to run), I need to think more generally about WHAT I WANT TO LEARN.  It has to be about broadening my knowledge base and connecting it to what is already out there.  And from this, I realized that the problem I have with my professional life is the same as the problem I have with my personal life.  I focus on discrete tasks, chores, experiments, things that have definite beginnings and ends.  I tend to overlook (and perhaps even completely discount) the types of activities that should be ongoing and infused into my day-to-day life (relaxing, exercising, breathing! etc.).  I have been ignoring the natural rhythms that should govern my life,  and instead, I’ve been imposing inflexible and often ridiculous demands on my time (like going to a banquet while somehow simultaneously being able to celebrate Halloween with a certain 16-month-old turtle).  Let’s face it—it’s not all going to get done.  It’s not.  I just need to be fine with that.  And I need to realize that there is always a third option—-when given a choice between going to a banquet or celebrating Halloween with H, I could always do neither.  I could do NOTHING, and if I manage to give up the guilt that goes along with passing up either of those experiences, I will be in a better place, hands down.

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Late night = 9:30 PM.

I remember a time when my nights would be just getting started around this time.  However, 9:30 PM is now late night for me,  given that H. and I retreated to bed by 8:00 PM last night.  H. has had a tough time with sleep since getting over an ear infection about a week ago.  Sleep has not come easily for H, ever, really.  Actually, I should re-phrase.  He slept pretty well as a newborn.  And he did OK in the months that followed, waking only once or twice a night.  By six months, something changed completely.  H started waking up frequently (we’re talking every 30-60 minutes all night), and he would be inconsolable each time he’d wake.  In the nearly 16 months that H has been with us, we’ve gotten fewer than 10 uninterrupted nights of sleep.  I blame teething in large part.  But really, who knows.  Anyone who has a baby who routinely sleeps through the night thinks that they can impart some wisdom that the sleepless parents have somehow stumbled over in the darkness—an implication that I resent.  My only way to deal with this has been to try to take a positive attitude (e.g. it won’t last forever), and to try to experiment—to try different ways of sleeping, different rituals before bed.  Some things work for a time before their magic fades.  And then we’re back to “nighttime Holden,” who is a completely different child from daytime Holden.  He seems like he’s in agony, but only at night.  It’s frustrating and exhausting, and with weeks like this one where I had to be in the lab every day including Saturday and Sunday, I feel like it’s hard to get a reprieve.

All of this said, I look at the amount of stuff I’m handling at work, and I’m excited and impressed all at the same time!  I have several experiments going on at any one time, some of which are looking promising.  I’m preparing a class to teach in the spring (i’ve picked a textbook, and i’m in the process of picking supplementary articles).  I’m writing a grant which is due at the beginning of December, which is actually my single biggest stressor right now since my pay will be contingent on having it awarded.

On top of this, we are also juggling little house projects.  We installed a new microwave this weekend; within an hour of completing this project (which took way longer than it should have, due to a certain someone who insisted on climbing up the step ladder while I was using it), the garage door decided to completely crap out.  It’s not an automatic garage door, which in my mind is a plus, because now it means we can call for someone to come out and repair it, AND install the hardware to convert it to an automatic garage door.  Score.  And—-the best part of this past week—-we got the pilot light lit on our propane stove.  Our family room is now nice and toasty.  Love it.

So, things are coming along.  Perhaps slower than we would expect—and perhaps we must enjoy them in a sleep-deprived haze.  But that’s OK.  I insist upon enjoying my life.

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