This evening I fly to Stockholm to see Zoe. I had hoped to be able to take her back to New York for two months but it looks like her dad won't allow her to come back here.
It has been a crazy week of deadline crunching. I have three affiliations at the moment and hence, three research
groups to write papers with. This was the first year in Zoe's life
where I didn't have her during the deadline. Not sure why I always ended
up like that previously (her dad is in the same field and have the same
deadlines as me), but I guess I was generous. I remember having to
submit early, then pick Zoe up and feed us dinner, then continue editing
after she was in bed. I worked until the 2 am deadline, often half an
hour extra, got up with Zoe the next morning to put her in daycare, just
to go back to my apartment and crash, catching up on lost sleep. This
year, I'm catching a plane back to Stockholm immediately after the
deadline tonight. I'm excited to see Zoe and don't care if any of my papers get accepted, if I can just be with Zoe. And take her to New York for a couple of months. Cross your fingers.
|Broken coffee heart|