And here I thought you were going to sing "Leader of the Pack" for me, CBH!
(See, you sing once and get heckled forever - that's just how it is )
Well, I am home with the shortman (munchkin, shortman, the little guy - we like 'em all!). We snuggled for a while, and then he started talking about ni-night (you know they're sick when they ASK for a nap), so I turned on his cool-mist humidifier, gave him some juice, and tucked him in. Poor little guy. Meredith talked about the conflict of being a working mom, and I am SO feeling it right now! It is hard to make sure you cover both bases - my boss started making noises about having a "backup" which she doesn't really need, but I think I talked her out of that.

All I could think about was S at work today - I hate knowing he is hurting and sick and not being able to hold him, even if he is with his very loving daddy.

On the bright side, all this little person stress is giving me an excellent opportunity to validate the heck out of my H. I got to tell him what an excellent and exceptional daddy he is (I DO know fathers that would outright refuse to take care of a sick child while their W was working, much less take them to the doctor alone!), and I told him on the way out the door not to worry about being late, because I understood he had a lot of work to do and had had a rough day. Now I have to back up that positive statement with actions and give him his "me" time tonight.

I talked to betsey today about my H struggling with a lot of his own feelings. He needs time to sort through his own issues, and she reminded me that he is dealing with coming home the best way he can. He doesn't have the myriad of tools and strategies, and the solid support I have behind me, not to mention a degree of self-awareness that helps me to recognise when my behavior is throwing us off track. It must be hard to not necessarily be able to separate ineffective behavior from your core self - i.e. I am behaving in ways that upset other people, therefore I must be bad. He is just sort of muddling through all this, and his intentions are wonderful - he came home to his family, and he loves us very much!

I love my little owl!

One moment of patience may ward off great disaster. One moment of impatience may ruin a whole life.