So Craig's alarm goes off this morning at 4:30 and I'm trying to wake up enough to be sure he gets out of bed and doesn't miss his plane when all the sudden it dawns on me that we forgot to make the play dough for Emma's class this week.
(New play dough is required weekly for hygienic reasons and we all signed up for the job--the fact that it's in my Palm and I've known for weeks didn't seem to help).
Crap. So I get out of bed and find the recipe and I'm standing over the stove at 4:45am making blue fucking play dough. I don't have enough salt (1 cup) so I wing it and I'm cooking blue goop on the stove that's making me a bit queasy. I wait for it to cool and knead it into a nice blue blob and set it on a rack to cool a bit before I go back to bed. Of course, I can't sleep, but since I have about an hour before I have to wake up I give it a try.
Then I play with the snooze bar for about an hour and wake up late. Crap.
Things go fine getting the kids to daycare and I come home to do my very first research interview for my project. I've tested the machinery--tape recorder with a fancy hook-up to the telephone to tape the interview and all is fine. I do the interview and it's great. She provides lots of detail and information and is really easy to talk with and I'm really satisfied with the information I get. The call ends and I rewind the tape and (you're seeing where this is going, and it ain't good) nothing. Fuck.
Well not nothing, my voice is loud and clear and is obviously being recorded over the telephone. Her voice is not there but instead it sounds like a vacuum in the distance. Nothing. Fuck. I can't call and do it again since it would be a big demand on her time. Fuck. I try to write out what I remember based on listening to the tape and what I ask her but it's not the same. Fuck.
(I immediately called my Dad and tried the recorder and it worked fine--I have no idea what went wrong. I even called the switchboard of the interviewee and it worked, maybe there's some freaky insulation on her phone or something--I'm getting conspiratorial in my defeat).
Now I'm a wee bit afraid to leave the house in case disaster strikes again. I have a meeting with my Principle investigators this afternoon and will have to confess the technical glitch. I know they'll say these things happen and all that, but shit, I didn't want it to be on the first frickin one. Grrrr.