In a bind again.

[porphyrin]

Today's phone conversation with the spouse.

"Roo's sick again."
"Crap. I'm sorry. I'm stuck here late."
"HOW late?"
"Well, I have to cover for Kris-Ann's clinic, so until 7 or 7:30."
"Oh. Well, can you take a half-day tomorrow and watch him?"
"No, I can't."
"Why not?"
"Kris-Ann is post-call, and she HAS to leave by noon, and that means I HAVE to be here until 5:30 or 6 or whenever the float person gets here."
"...but you're pre-call!"
"This rotation, it doesn't matter. Pre-call, I have to stay late."
"Oh."
*click*

I find myself fighting the urge to scream, "Do you think I like it any better?"

Because, see, I *don't*. I'd much rather be home than here, even with a sick and cranky Roo.

And it's at times like these that the tension level in the house increases exponentially.

I hate this. I hate not being able to be a good mommy to my ill kid, and I hate not being able to emotionally connect with work and feel like it's the priority that it is (ie, I hate having to have a bad attitude about staying late, secondary to outside circumstances).

And I'm squeezed in about eight different directions. And it makes me unhappy.

Comments

[shadowhwk.livejournal.com]

*hug*

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

If you both have to be somewhere, Auntie Mris will take allergy meds and come be with the kid. Sick or not. I know you guys well enough to know that you won't say, "Oh, free babysitting, let's use it every day/run off to Bermuda/etc.!" Well, you might *say* it, but...anyway, you know where I am; let me know if there's somewhere else you need me to be in a tough situation.