Sick? Probably Not!

Today was going to be really busy from the start, actually from well before the start.  The day had been scheduled that way and there was barely time inside that for any wriggle room. 

And then.

And then, Levi woke up and told me he was sick.  Now most of the time I can tell before he tells me, but this morning, it all seemed a little questionable.  Anyway, he said his tummy hurt.  He said he had diarrhoea.  I was not about to question him, but it was going to change everything.  I had to be at the Children's hospital at 11 to see a little boy from the Outback.  Queensland is a very large state.  It is twice the size of Texas.  It is a full quarter of the Australian land mass.  If Queensland was a country it would be the 25th largest in the world.  Now imagine that size.  Now if you put a pin on the bottom right hand corner, that would be Brisbane.  Now put a point as far away as you possibly can from that pin.  Now, that is where this boy was from.  He comes down once a year, to see the doctor, to get some tests and to see me.  So I had no ability to call in sick.

In fact there are not many worse days in a year that Levi could be sick.  Anyway I took him to work.  Our office manager and pretty much everyone else helped watch him, while I went to the hospital.  Levi loves my work and pretty much bounced off the walls.  I was cranky.  Not because he wanted a day off, but because he pretended to be sick. 

I had a dentist appointment at 1pm, to fix my back teeth.  I needed four fillings and one of them was really hard, because my tooth was splitting down the middle from the pressure of the grinding at night!  Man, I need to find a way of stopping that or decreasing the stress level.  Well, today didn't help!

Tonight when we were cuddled up as Levi was in bed, I told him I was disappointed in him.  I said that if he had just said that he wanted a day off, we could have discussed which day would be better and then I could take the day off with him.  I understand the need for time off, but I also don't want him to think he has to make something up to get it.  Levi had a little cry and then buried his face in the pillow for a while and then he gave me a hug and said he was sorry.

I think, had I challenged him this morning, I might have been more angry than I really was, just because of the logistical nightmare I could see coming.  Instead, I waited until I had cooled down, chatted on the Internet with a friend, changed my perspective and then talked to him.  I need to remember to do that more often!  

Now I think I am going to bed.  My jaw aches and my tongue is bleeding.