At 2 a.m. this morning, Kenna knocked on the door to our room. I honestly don't remember what this was about. At around 2:30, she knocked again to tell us she had a tummy ache. I didn't necessarily believe her. At 2:45, she got sick. In the hallway. There is nothing like cleaning up carpet at 3 a.m. to ruin your day. Except another round of sick at 3:30. And 5:15. And 7.
Needless to say, after the first round, I had to cancel my subbing position at the High School for Biology. I was kind of looking forward to it, but then again, this may have been a blessing after all.
Kenna was doing fine by 9 this morning, so it was an easy day at home. The kind I couldn't wait for when I was working because I got to stay home from work at my kid's expense. Now, I was kind of irritated because it meant I wouldn't get paid for today. It's amazing the difference in mentality when you don't have paid sick leave.
It made me realize something. I had grown selfish at my old job. I stayed home under the claim that "I can help Kristin go to work at Mother's Day Out if I stay home and take care of Kenna." This was true, but really and truly, I was just glad to be off work. It was about me, not my wife or my sick kid.
As I was feeling irritated at the lost days wages, this occurred to me. And I felt like scum. Sure, we could use the money, but my daughter could use some attention and love.
It put me in a funk for the rest of the day. That combined with the lack of sleep and an ill-advised walk in the afternoon sun carrying Leslie bike to school means that now I don't feel the best.
I guess that's kinda poetic justice.
Kenna is feeling tons better- even getting to play with the neighbor's granddaughter this afternoon-, which is great, and Leslie loved her bike ride home. No word from Kristin's interview yet, so we're a little down here. Not the best day of this journey by any means.
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