I feel so proud of myself at this precise moment.
I left my son wretching and vomiting violently this morning. Got in my car to come to work for perhaps one of the most unsympathetic employers ever, still on my 3 month probationary period and so frightened to take time off. I feel terrible. My boss doesn't like me taking personal calls on my mobile even though he spends at least an hour a day smoking outside. All I can think about is my DS, blowing me a kiss this morning and telling me he loved me.
I feel absolutely bloody terrible.
Life is tough sometimes.
Kind words would be lovely please.