Well, at least I can leave work and at least we're just talking minor maladies and at least we're all going to be okay, but:
I want more.
I want to be able to finish something at work without leaving early and frantic. I want to finish a thought, a sentence, without scrambling to another direction. I feel so frazzled and pulled. It's just pinkeye.
(On this day.)
(But they add up.)
(And I feel more behind.)
(And it's frustrating.)
But if I can set that all aside, tomorrow I'll get to enjoy a quiet morning with my boy.
(It's hard to set aside.)
I feel a responsibility to be at work although there's no question that G comes first. There's no solution but the problem is enormous: I've never really not succeeded before but this balance is bigger and heavier than anything I've tried before this, and I hate not being able to do it all.