I don’t have a plan beyond keeping my kid alive, resting a lot, trying to be more chill. I’ve never not had a plan before. I’m lucky I can afford to have no plan but also confused, overwhelmed, filled with existential dread. I’m basically living for iced chai & naps right now.

Want to read: Do Babies Matter? Gender and Family in the Ivory Tower by Marc Goulden, Mary Ann Mason, and Nicholas H. Wolfinger πŸ“š

πŸ“š I read only the Introduction to Kelly J. Baker’s SEXISM ED and I’m already seething with rage.

I don’t like to drink rosΓ© but I love the rosΓ©wave vibe. I’m trying to figure out what faux-luxe looks like for parents of young children. So far, it’s sipping iced chai by the pool while my kid’s at his swim lesson.

Finished reading: Succeeding Outside the Academy πŸ“š

πŸ’¬πŸ“š “Why have I surrendered so much of my present self to an abstract future self that may never exist? Why have I made my present happiness contingent on my future happiness?” Joseph P. Fisher in SUCCEEDING OUTSIDE THE ACADEMY

Every time I work on this article revision I end up getting mad at Reviewer 2 all over again, mostly for treating me like a baby, even though it’s merited because I was in fact a babydoc when I wrote the first draft of the paper.

My Kid (4.5 yo): Donatello is playing a video game.

Me: Fun! What’s it called?

Kid: “Science Nerd.”

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