Today was not your typical work day.  Then again, I rarely have a typical work day.

7 a.m. The usual morning lineup. Breakfast with preschooler while little munchkin slept. Note to self: must start feigning extra hour of sleep by wearing footie pajamas.

8:30 a.m. Out the door and on the way to main campus where I started the day doing some final data polishing for my dissertation project.  That was the morning.  I got hungry around 10:30 and ate my peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

1 p.m. Relocated to my usual coffee shop and spent some time there before I had to pick up the preschooler for her dance class.

3:45 p.m. Dance time. While the preschooler danced, I continued to plug away in a lounge at the JCC.  Post-dance class, hit the post office and got dinner on the table for the family.

6p.m. Headed to girls’ night out (without the going out part).  Met some friends for appetizers before they went to a movie and I went to the public library to work some more.

At 9 p.m., I returned home and retired to our couch until my laptop battery finally gave out.  And here I am at our desk, still working.

I set up my makeshift laptop office 5 times today, parked in two parking decks, drank three cups of coffee, and I’m still not quite happy with the status of my work.  How is it that I have been working on this project for months upon months and a looming deadline makes me look like a scrambling undergrad?