Sometimes I long for ye olde days of no career choice except being a housewife because working while pregnant is so much of a minefield at times.
I had to ring in for emergency leave yesterday as my lovely mum, who minds the kids while I work, was poorly. I couldn't get hold of FIL, my friends local enough to have them were either out or at work themselves, I even rang the crèche where we put them for a few days when my mum was on holiday (for forty five fecking quid a day!) and they only had space for DS not DD due to ratios. I felt like a total shit ringing for leave because of a childcare issue and I'm dreading going in today.
I've got them sorted for the rest of the week (by which point mum should be okay) but I can't go on the staff night out tonight as DH is working until 8 and we've only got childcare until 7, so I'll look antisocial too.
And I still need to have that meeting with my manager about twilight shifts which will be awful as even though I offered a compromise of starting/finishing twenty minutes earlier to catch that bus home I now have a list of reasons for why I actually don't want to work twilight shifts at all as they're not sustainable. I feel like the reasons I have won't be seen as important but they are to me and as I'm still in my six months probation I think I might not be made permanent when I bring all this up.
On a nicer note though for all I didn't plan to be off yesterday I had the most perfect day. Know when nothing really major happens but for some reason it's just a wonderful, golden day? The kids were beautifully behaved, we went to the park in the village and all my friends were there and so were the kids' friends. We had lunch at the coffee lounge then met up with DH on his way home from work and all walked home together. He cut the grass while I made tea then I had a big bubble bath with the DCs and once they were asleep DH produced a Belgian Bun from his work bag for me and we cuddled on the sofa to watch TV. It was magic :)