The Worst Part about Sick Kids...

...is not fevers. It's not having a restless, sweaty child in bed with you. It's not barf and it's not even (in our case) monitoring for breathing difficulties.

Nope, the worst part about having a sick child is the dreaded "whose workday is more important today" conversation.

Given our paucity of childcare resources, these days sick child = parent at home. And, since neither of us have ever been told, "hey, don't worry about it, none of the work you do is actually all that important," it becomes a question of who can least afford to miss work rather than who is in a good position to do so.

The Husband finally got a laptop from work so he can work at home, but his job requires a lot more interaction with coworkers than mine. My work is quite independent, but I'm still a newbie and don't have work-at-home privileges yet (and, if I did, the company is quite specific that working at home is only approved if children are cared for off-site, so it isn't really a viable option except for not falling behind).

So today's solution is that The Husband goes in for a few hours and works the rest of the day at home while I go in late and stay at work until I've put in my eight hours so as to avoid using up my vacation time.

Sigh.

Well, today's covered. Here's hoping The Boy feels better tomorrow; The Husband is off to Chicago for a meeting which means I'm the sole member of the "Sick Kid Patrol."