Sometimes …

… it sucks to be a working mum …

When it’s Sunday afternoon, and your child is not well, and you’re thinking … what will I do if he’s not well tomorrow, can I work at home, what is on at work that I would miss, what do I do about child 2, do I take her to school and drag him out and then go home again, do I ask my husband … etc … and if there’s a meeting on, there’s the weighing up – is it an important enough meeting to justify asking his grandparents to help? And it’s not just the practicalities of it all, you worry about what your colleagues think … don’t want to be the person they talk about when you’re not there, the person they say is hardly ever there… the one with kids … Another thing is the doubt … if I make the child go to school, what if they are really ill and have a terrible day and its all my fault … or what if they really could have managed school and I let them stay at home, and miss a meeting … Aaaaaargh!!

Fortunately my kids are not ill that much, but it’s not long since Ben was ill before, and now he’s ill again.

So off I go to spend the rest of the evening wondering if he’ll be well enough for school … or not

Funny how I fret about this, whereas my husband is totally unphased…

Update: He’s gone to bed running a temperature, feeling alternately hot and cold and saying his legs and neck ache … I somehow think I will be working at home again tomorrow. I guess he has flu Poor love.

Another Update: He woke in the night with vomiting