Sick Of Sick Kids
One of my kids is home sick from school today, #1 son, so he’s home with me because I work from home. On the whole I rather enjoy working at home, since it allows me to really concentrate on what I want to get done … but staying home with a sick kid is another thing entirely.
Now, to give him credit, he’s really no trouble when he’s sick. He’s old enough to look after himself, to get a glass of water if he wants one, to huddle under the blankets if he’s cold … but it’s a huge distraction to my actually getting anything accomplished.
I’ve been trying to write a report for a while and have felt pretty much blocked on it, and was actually looking forward to a day with the house to myself, uninterrupted, and banging the darn thing out. But instead I’ve had to do errands, make lunch (if I’m hard at work I may or may not stop to eat when I’m alone,) to check temperatures, call the doctor and beg to get in on a cancellation; yes, I’m whining, I know.
And I know it’s not attractive and I should thank goodness that I have the sort of schedule that lets me be at home with my poor suffering child and yes, I know that. I know that. But I really wanted to get this work done today and move onto another project that has been in the back of my mind for a while now. And darn it, if I can’t whine on my blog where can I whine?
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