Never a dull moment…
I am a nurse, and about once a month I am on call for a 12-hour shift at the hospital. Usually I don’t get the phone call, so I don’t actually have to go in to work. But I was on call last week and I ended up having to go in.
That morning, my youngest woke up at 5 am because of a bad dream. I let him crawl into bed with us, and he fell back asleep. Soon after, I received the dreaded phone call from hospital telling me I would need to come in. I quietly got up and got ready for work. I left at 6:20 and by then my little one was up again.
At 8:30 I received a text from my husband. My oldest is sick with a sore throat and cough. Really? The one day I have to work? What are the odds? He has not been sick in months.
My youngest was so upset. Was he concerned that is brother was sick? Oh no. He had to go to school and he thought his brother would get to play on his DS or the computer all day.
My husband dropped my youngest off at school, and he took my oldest to work with him. My son just read books quietly. After half a day, they come home.
The day went smoothly at home. I normally work every other weekend, so my husband is used to taking care of the boys. I don’t have to worry. My youngest had a good day at school. My oldest missed the next day as well, still because of a sore throat. Of course, I didn’t take him out for chocolate pancakes like his father did the day before. ( ; [Bullgrit’s note: Hey, we had to eat something, and pancakes are soft and easy on a sore throat.]
Work was incredibly busy. But that’s another story.