Shouldn’t I be working? I have a project that I have been blowing off
for a while now. Too long. In fact, I need to write up the abstract on
my work by, oh, FRIDAY! (today is a Tuesday) I was doing so well, and
then, a migraine hit. Lovely, just what I need.
I think I’ve been blowing off this project too long. Know why? Any
guesses out there? I know, and the answer just sucks. It’s because I
am terrified to do science. There. I said it. I am abso-frickin-lutely
terrified to do science. I feel like an idiot among those I work
with. Throw a gal in with a boat load of PhDs and those damn
insecurities keep popping up. Even good old Space Dad has a PhD in
this stuff. Me? nope, too stupid. Actually, I was accepted into Ohio
State to do my PhD work, but I decided to get married. I had figured
out at that point that I was too stupid to continue on with a
doctorate, so I stopped at my MS. ((((SIGH)))).
So instead of working on this project, I am writing in a blog.
(creative new ways to not to science! 2 points for me!) Waiting for
5:15 when my job changes and we take our kids out to dinner. Why on
EARTH did I suggest this? We are taking Leslie & Renee out to dinner with two
friends of Leslie’s. They are Max & Anna, frat twins and their
parents. The last time we all went out to dinner, Leslie left the
table, ran amok and I felt like the worst mom on the planet. We’ve
worked on “restaurant” manners, but that is to be thoroughly tested
tonight.
Do you think a restaurant will allow me to get a mojito and leave my
kids at the bar?