Apparently it's called timeshifting. Not sure whether that's one word or two. Probably two, but one makes it more superhero-y so I'm sticking with it. Um, anyway... I read this week that when you prep a bunch of meals ahead of time so that you have time on weeknights to do ALL THE THINGS, it's called timeshifting. So that's my superpower. I'm not quite back to the amazing once a month cooking thing I was doing pre-Jonathan's pancreatitis, but I'm inching in that direction.
Time for a life update? Yes, let's! Brace for some random stories because my brain can't form a coherent narrative.
Evelyn had her very first dance recital on Saturday. At the dress rehearsal Friday night, the whole dance school practiced the finale first and after that Evelyn's class practiced their tap and ballet routines, and then they were free to go. Pretty much everyone left, but E insisted on staying to watch all the dancers. I finally pried her out of the auditorium around 8 PM, well past bedtime, much to her dismay. We made it all the way back to the car when she tripped over her feet, fell, and skinned her knee. Pretty sure we didn't get our money's worth on that pair of dance tights that she wore precisely two times. Poor E was so dismayed at the hole in her tights - she was far more upset about the tights than she was about the blood running down her leg (I might have been warning her not to mess up her costume all night). So, Saturday was crazy. In the end I was the only one there to see her tap routine. Who knew they'd actually start the show at the scheduled starting time?! But everyone made it to watch the ballet performance, which was the highlight because it was Baby, Take a Bow and all four girls' dads came out and danced with them at the end. The adorableness level was overwhelming.
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| All ready for their tap routine: Baby Face |
Gideon taught us an important lesson. I'm sure you'll be shocked to hear this, but two year olds don't really love sitting in an auditorium for nearly three hours watching a dance recital. We might be lining up a babysitter for that one for the next few years.
In addition to my mad timeshifting skillz, I have been rather occupied of late with an exciting series of events. The conclusion of said series of events is...
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... job!
I know, right? Pretty terrifying/exciting. Terrifiting. Excitifying.
I don't know whether it's the unlimited supply of therapy gently nudging me toward believing that I'm actually capable of doing things I want to do, or Jonathan's awful illness and the terror associated with it, or a number of increasingly stressful and disheartening events in postdoc-land... or some combination of the above... but I decided to throw my hat into the ring and see what would happen. And I ended up having a handful of (mostly) great interviews, reminiscing about writing psychoeducational and psychological evaluation reports, and getting more excited than I thought I'd be about the possibility of shifting gears. I felt a pretty immediate connection with the owner and staff of a small group practice and decided to take the plunge.
So I resigned (current employer requires four weeks' notice, so I'll finish up just before July 4). I sent in everything to the state board to get approved as a provisional Licensed Psychologist. I made a list of all the stuff I need to get done at work. Started cleaning out my cube. Started thinking about the EPPP. Started feeling really excited that this is real and right and good.
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