It's Welcome Week at the you dub this week. My tenth Welcome Week since we moved here 10 years ago, my 5th since I got my current job.
Harry's first year, I only had to attend a couple of meetings as a grad student.
I didn't have to go at all in 2007 because I must have taught a different class (NO! IDEA!-- 2007 was a looooong time ago).
2008 was my first year running the meetings, and wow did I complain!
In 2009, I seemed more excited that Harry and Jack were finally roommates than I did about working full time for a week. I think that's because we had Jamie back in the day, and we didn't have to think twice about child care.
No mention of Welcome Week in 2010, but I know I was there. SO weird.
In 2011, I skipped it because I was mega-pregnant and SO SURE I would have an early baby. He was a week late, BTW.
Last year, I was newly pregnant and not talking about it and totally bitchy and overwhelmed.
This year? Holy shit, it's hard to work away from home all day. Ben and I have ideal, primo schedules this semester, so one rough week is NBD in the grand scheme of things, but I have gotten up at 5 almost all week to work out, and I am tired. TIRED. (I didn't have work today because academics don't do 5-day work weeks, so I got to sleep in, but I also had a meeting in the afternoon and have been frantically emailing ALL DAY LONG.)
Dorothy does not drink bottles (never tried it-- never pumped, not planning on either one, pumps or bottles), so we needed someone to be on campus with her everyday. And, you know, we have 3 other kids who would need a sitter if Ben were, say, on campus with me, or at work himself. SO THANK GOD FOR MY PARENTS, who took off work and came to town Sunday-Wednesday. They walked Dorothy all over the place in 90+ degree weather, bounced her, changed her, played with her, kept her happy while I was in meetings, and took me out to lunch. HEAVEN.
This is the only kid pic I have taken in 4 days:
But not totally sluggy because I m finally losing weight again!