Sick Kids
There are days when I really hate my life. Today was one of them.
My younger son woke up with a bad stomach ache and a fever of 102. I have no leave left in my leave bank, so I had no choice — I had to take him to my mom’s and take myself off to work. I hated it.
Now, my mom is a wonderful, caring, loving grandma. I know when my kids are with her that they are safe and will be well-cared for. But I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to be the one snuggling him and taking care of him today. I didn’t want it to be anyone else, even my dear mom.
And it was even worse because I couldn’t go home after work and stay there. No. This would be the one day that my co-teacher of children’s choir was out of town and there was no one to fill in for both of us. I had to go. But I didn’t stay for adult choir. I taught the kidlets, counting every blinking minute of the 75 minutes, and then I made a beeline for home and my babies.
Being a single mom really sucks, sometimes.