The weekend turned out to be fine with my in-laws. Some minor drama with SIL (her son is a teenager and they are always sniping at each other), but all in all a really nice couple of days. Minka -what I'll call my little one here-was terrific throughout, going from relative to relative with no problems, and sleeping through the night in an unfamiliar pack n' play. I had to entertain her for about the last 2 hours of the drive home and we were scraping the bottom of the barrel. . .read her all of the Dr Seuss books we had with us, cranked up her musical sheep, sang "The Pina Colada song" at top volume (and what is WITH that song--the people are going to have an affair and they just have a good laugh over it at the end? wtf?). . .and finally I just let her dump Goldfish into her lap and play with them. It occupied a good 25 minutes. I figure as long as it's something I can clean up easily (or that our dog will take care of!), there's no harm done. Hence the unrolled toilet paper and emptied tissue boxes that you'll find around our house. :)
I did hear from the doctoral program-a rejection letter awaited in the mail when we got home last night. I'm really disappointed-I don't think I had realized how much I had gotten my hopes up. This just makes me feel STUCK. . .in this job that does not challenge me at ALL but that's at least connected with what I want to do, with this commute that is costing me a fortune, while I desperately miss my little girl every day. I think maybe if I wasn't so bummed out about the job that I wouldn't mind leaving her so much. Does that sound crazy?
Back to the drawing board for a new "life plan". Sigh.
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