If I were a working mom, I'd lose my job. Mostly because I would never actually be able to show up for work. The days I actually made it to work, it would feel like vacation days from the family chaos.
The reason: My family is singlehandedly keeping the pediatrician's family very well fed. First KID 1 had a fever for six days. SIX DAYS!!! Missed three days of school. Pinkeye kept us all home over the weekend and KID 1 home from school for two more days. He went back to school today, which allowed me to get KID 1 to the doctor for her arm, which we thought might be broken. It took from 8:30am til about 1:00pm today to find out: it is. Broken. But not all the way through. It's apparently a "greenstick fracture," which is just a fancy way of saying it didn't break all the way through.
My challenge now is to keep KID 2 from constantly pulling off her temporary cast. If she can keep it on for the next two weeks, she should be fine. We can take it off for baths every few days or so, change the wrap to a clean one, and then go back to the doctor's office (joy) to have it looked at in two weeks. As I write this, she is keeping up a steady, sobbing refrain of "I DON'T WANT THIS ON! I DON'T WANT THIS ON! Moooooommmmmmmmmyyyyyyyy, I don't WANT this on!" Poor baby.
In the meantime, the kids I normally watch throughout the week could not come here, so their poor moms had to keep finding alternate plans so they could make it to work. Hats off to all you working moms who not only enjoy the chaos, frustration, and whines at home, but then actually make it to work to endure chaos, frustration, and whiny co-workers. Hopefully your home is a sanctuary when you need it to be. God bless you!
In the meantime, I am keeping up my own steady refrain, "This, too, shall pass. This, too, shall pass. This, too...." I'm not wishing away their childhoods...only this very recent development of utter chaos. That can march right out the back door and keep goin'!