Noah gets diarrhea, again. Not only am I concerned about Noah, poor guy — I think we might need to do samples/cultures or whatever — but I am SO getting at risk for being perceived as uncommitted. Although I am working from home, it is not the same when it’s every. week.
And of course Carl is (still) in the midst of massive, horrible stressful upgrades and is scheduled to work from this morning until Friday afternoon, including tomorrow night overnight at the office. So although he’s backing me up right now, soon he won’t be.
It’s funny to be in the position that I might perhaps have predicted would be the worst. The publishing industry is in disarray, layoffs are rampant, I am not able to get in there and prove my worth in the best possible way right now, and my son is sick and needs me. And I do feel really, really stressed about it. I can leave him with my parents tomorrow but that’s not the easiest solution, emotionally. I’m not sure it’s right either. I’m about to explore “sick nannies” or whatever you call them, but I’m not sure that’s any better.
At the same time – there’s no question where I will be and that’s here with Noah. So simple. We will work things out.
Writing this out helps.
