Living in a very (VERY) small town means it takes me five minutes to get to work.
It also means that ten minutes before I am standing before a room of college students using my Listen Up I'm In Charge Here Loud Voice, I have a nursing baby in my arms. Right before I run out the door. (They have all, by the way, been properly trained to call me Dr. Scientist this year.)
In a few months, it'll be easier. If I'm still doing this next year, it'll be fine (and maybe she'll even be weaned). Right now it is strange and transitionless and jarring.