Eldest is still sick. Apparently it's not a 24-hour bug. When I left for work this morning, he complained that his belly still hurt, but I figured he was probably just hungry after not ingesting much of anything all day yesterday.
I cut up an apple for him (per his request) and headed out the door.
Hubby called as I was driving to the train station.
"He's doubled over with stomach pains, but I kinda think he's being dramatic."
I advised Hubby that he should just send him on to school, with instructions to tell his teacher if he wasn't feeling well. (Last week was winter vacation, so I thought he may have been struggling with having to transition back to school after missing the first day back.)
30 minutes later, another phone call.
"He just vomited the entire apple! What am I gonna do? I missed work yesterday and can't miss another day!"
(Meanwhile, I'M ON THE TRAIN, HEADED INTO BOSTON thinking: "Well, what do you want ME to do???")
*sigh* Bring on the Mommy Guilt.
So the babysitter came. (We truly didn't want her, and subsequently her family, to be exposed to the throw-up bug. It's one thing if the boyz have colds; vomit is a whole different ballgame.) But she's truly a gem and has reassured me twice already today that she doesn't mind being there, that he's managed to keep down some tea and toast, and that he seems to be perking up.
Nonetheless, I'm struggling, yet again, with Balance.
I hate the fact that the economy sucks and that due to the choices Hubby and I have made in the past, that I HAVE to work right now;
I hate the fact that I have to work so far away from the Trenches in order to be paid a salary that makes it worthwhile to work full-time while paying for two preschool tuitions plus childcare; and
Mostly, I just hate the fact that when I have a sick child, I can't just automatically take care of him, foregoing everything else.