So as I was getting ready for work this morning, DD2 asked me for a cuddle...
whereupon she was copiously sick all over me. Cue the usual frantic conversation with DH about which of us was going to try to get the day off and stay home with her, followed by further scrambling to sort out something for tomorrow since she won't be allowed back to the childminders until after Christmas now.
Last week it was DD1 off school with ear infections in both ears.
And then you have the days when the childminder is sick, so you can't send the kids. And weeks where the childminder has annual leave, so you can't send the kids. And school/nursery holidays. And childminder family funerals when you can't send the kids.
When the hell do I actually get to go to work?
I don't book annual leave and I drag myself in to work when I'm dying of the plague to avoid letting people down... and yet it feels like a constant battle to get out of the house and earn a living. I just want to be able to afford food!
My DH just tells me "that's what you get for having kids". Is he right? Is this what it's like for all working parents?