STRESSSSSSS

• We haven't done squat to prepare the au pair's room since I last posted.  This is because this requires purchasing furniture, and moving furniture, which I cannot do myself.  However, on weekends when Luca is home, Pickle is home as well, so we can't do it then either.  I realized today this will require him to take a day off so we can get this done.
• My PI asked me to do some extra analyses that have nothing to do with my life last Sunday.  I told him I'd get to them in a couple days.
• Which would be no problem except THEN he decided to send me my manuscript that he'd been sitting on for two weeks with major revisions.  And he wants a new draft by Tuesday so he can review it by Thursday.
• Which is the day I'm supposed to distribute my dissertation to my committee for their review.  How I'm supposed to incorporate his changes, add them to my dissertation also, and adapt the intro and conclusion accordingly, not to mention write an up to date abstract is beyond me.
• Except that is HAS to get done by then because I have a meeting with another co-author on Feb5th to discuss my findings, and I won't have time to prepare for that unless all of this is done by then
• Oh, and I also have to present at doctoral seminar the for Feb 6th with a completed presentation for my dissertation defense.  It obviously doesn't have to be perfect, but I still need to put the slide deck together.
• Did I mention?  My parents are here this weekend to "celebrate" Dylan's birthday, which basically consists of them sitting on my couch waiting for me to serve them, and them doing unhelpful things like giving her choking-hazard toys (and acting hurt when I whisk them out of her reach, afterall *I* played with them (when I was 3) therefore they must be fine and I am obviously a helicopter parent), hovering and demanding our approval when we are preoccupied with doing things like changing her and keeping her from injuring herself, and getting in the way when we're trying to prepare dinner.  They can't even get their own water, AND they constantly complain about how cold they are.  So, we can't get any of this done today and for at least part of tomorrow.
• Oh, and yesterday I had a gyn appt, which took 1/2 my day.  And next week Dyls has a well visit which will take 1/2 of that day too.
• When I mentioned all of this to my father, he was like, "I guess you're not going to be able to get all of it done, huh."  Soooooo not helpful. Maybe you ought to try getting your own beverages, dad?
• And, I really wanted to get Dyls a cake for her birthday.  Actually I wanted to make one, but that is totally not happening.  Instead, I had to send Luca to the bakery.  Unfortunately, he has no idea what an American birthday cake looks like, and I'm sure he'll get something completely inappropriate that we will probably have to throw in the trash.  Or my mother will make some sort of obnoxious comment about the cake and/or my reaction to the cake and how awful I am for not appreciating how wonderful my husband is.  :-P

Yay.