Woe is me.
I scheduled myself a vacation day today with the wispy hope I could see the Yarn Harlot in Petaluma tonight. Unfortunately, I’d be home much much too late for a work/school night. As I said, it was a wispy hope. No matter – my work week so far has been such that I needed a day, more than I usually need a day. This morning I happily made plans with myself – a massage scheduled, then to buy a floaty suit so the Kid can swim without barnacling to me, then to Lacis (by myself! with time!) for wandering, a few work phone calls, buttons for the baby sweater, and the Kid’s friend taking him home after school today.
Instead, I have a sick kid (who feels fine but must be kept out of school/childcare). Nuts. Peanuts. Walnuts. Donuts.
As annoyed and angry as I am about that guy on the plane (and I’m professionally annoyed), I know how hard it is to consider the health of others over our own pressing priorities (my massage!). I work as a public health nurse. My job is to stop the spread of infectious disease, to protect the public (that’s everybody, not just some of us). And I had a hard time keeping the Kid home. It was only a teeny bit of diarrhea fart! But. Diarrhea. No school.
Since I’m home, maybe I’ll finish a sock (yay!) and work on the baby sleeeeeeeeeve. And some photos of same. And a work phone call I need to make (I’ve been taking calls all day)…