rivka: (Rivka P.I.)
I feel queasy every time I log in to eRA Commons, the NIH electronic research administration website.

I am waiting to find out when the study section will meet to peer-review my grant application. I was expecting them to meet in July; for AIDS proposals, which are on an expedited review cycle, the study section usually meets two months after the applications are due. But here it is June 30th, and the date of the study section meeting hasn't even been posted yet. (That's what I keep logging in to check.) So we might be talking about August instead.

I've written before about how peer review works for NIH grants. It's hard to exaggerate the stakes this time. My proposal is a resubmission of the proposal I submitted in January. This is my last chance to get this proposal funded. If it doesn't make the cut, I'll need to start over with a whole new idea.

I am not sure how long my institution would continue to keep me around if that happened. I am in a "soft money" position - required to bring in grants to cover my salary. If my grant gets passed over, which is what happens to most grants, I'll be in a very precarious position.

I am waiting for them to post the date of the study section meeting. Then I'll wait until the meeting happens. A few days after that, my score will be posted and I will probably know what I need to know. There will still be exciting waiting after that; the NIMH Council meets to discuss the reviewed grants and pick those to be funded according to their own priorities. Those priorities can sometimes be mysterious. But my score itself will say a lot, and after I get my score and summary statement I can call my NIMH Project Officer.

So every time I log in to eRA Commons I feel queasy. I keep expecting to log on, hit "status," select my proposal title, and see the word UNSCORED. Total washout. Even though I know that my reviewers haven't even met yet, that's the image in my head every single time I log in.

Ugh.

Apr. 4th, 2010 05:27 pm
rivka: (motherhood)
I am crazy exhausted and overwrought.

Something is up with Colin. He hasn't been eating much and has been sleeping like an amphetamine addict on payday. Last night he went to sleep promptly at bedtime, and then was up mostly screaming from 10:30-11:30. I still haven't the faintest idea what was wrong. He was just miserable.

He is still going strong with the night waking. I am going to have to come up with some sort of plan for nightweaning and/or sleep reprogramming, because This Is Not Working for me.

Also, he figured out how to take the childproof cap off a pill bottle. Fortunately we were all right there in the same room and he didn't get any of it in his mouth before we noticed that there was Claritin all over the floor. But WTF, if he's going to be this awful couldn't he at least be dumb so I have a chance to stay ahead of him?

He was up at 6:30 this morning. I'm supposed to get to sleep in on Sundays, but it was Easter and Alex woke right up excited about egg hunting so I had to get up or miss Easter.

Colin has been clearly exhausted all day. He went down for a nap at 9:45 and I said I would just miss church and stay home with him but then at 10:15 Alex decided to play the fool and run away from Michael, who was trying to get her dressed, and then she jumped out and yelled "Peekaboo!" at top volume right at the foot of the stairs leading to the baby's crib. And he woke up, and I couldn't get him back to sleep.

This is of a piece with Alex's general heedlessness and disobedience, lately. Friday night I said "anyone who isn't working needs to get out of the kitchen now." Alex: "But I'm working!" She kept on with what she was doing, which turned out to be trying to pick up a jar of baby food with my long-handled kitchen tongs. A glass jar. Guess what happened.

I know she's only (almost) five, but for God's sake why can't she just do what she's told for once without looking for goddamned loopholes?

Anyway, back to today: I missed most of church anyway because Colin was on the move, and too noisy for the sanctuary.

I tried twice this afternoon to get him down for a second nap. He is so, so tired. He almost drifts off, and then pick two of three: screams/bites/laughs, and he's up again.

I have no patience for either one of them, or for anything else in my life right now.

I keep thinking that surely more sugar will make me feel better. Surprise surprise, it isn't working. But I keep trying anyway because I am not very bright.

Michael took them out after the second failed afternoon nap attempt. They've been gone for an hour and a half. It's absolutely silent in the house. I am enjoying being quiet and not touched and responsible for no one too much to go to sleep. I am starting to regain some sanity.

ETA: Michael just came back. Colin fell asleep on their way home from the playground, just a few minutes ago. The parents here will know just how fucked a 5:30pm nap is going to make us. But he's basically unrousable.

I don't know. At least they're cute?

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