Nap-time is never long enough

It's 12:45 PM on a Wednesday afternoon, and I must make a decision. Either, I can let Dmitri sleep in the car while I run errands, or I can put him down for a nap at home, and chip away at the glacier of homework that I have due tomorrow.

I choose the latter, because I figure that is the responsible thing to do.

Dmitri is asleep within five minutes, I lay him down, and sweet peace! I would love to basque in my infrequent solitude, but I must set to work. I open the three computer programs required for homework, sign in, and I'm ready to go. However, I am unsure of which articles I'm assigned to read. I run down to the car and grab my  notebook. Back at my desk, as I look over my assignments, I hear a familiar rumble. Ahh, the mail truck is here. Of course, I go back outside and get the mail. There were two birthday cards. I write a thank-you note, and then stamp and address the envelope. I remember,oh, yes, I was working on homework.

So, I sit back down, try to open a word document for a reading assignment, and it will not open. Realizing that the document is incompatible with the computer that I am currently using, I open up my laptop, re-open the three computer programs, sign in, and start over again. I have eight articles to read, each of which requires a written response. However, since this solitude is rare, it's also unnerving. I absolutely cannot go forward without some musical accompaniment. I find some satisfactory and appropriate study music. (Imogen Heap in case you are wondering).

It's turbulence-free until I'm halfway through my second response. And then I hear a little mouse squeak. Insert expletive here. He's awake. I rush to pick Dmitri up before he's fully crying, only to unplug my laptop in my flurried exit. I hold Dmitri while trying to return to my work, and the laptop won't turn on. For ten minutes this goes on to no avail.  Unplug it, restart it, shake it, beg and plead, pray, swear, and kick it.

I give-up. I curse student-motherhood, and sit down to write a blog post about it, while breast-feeding Dmitri.
That's what happens when I try to be responsible and do homework. I should have gone shopping.