Took Mo Chuisle in for her two-year check up yesterday. Except for a minor set-back where her right ear "failed" the hearing test twice and so we have to go to an audiologist next week, she was pronounced healthy.
What happens this morning? 4am, wakes up with a 103 fever and throwing up. Wants only to be held, refuses to drink AND take medicine. Takes all my coercive tactics to get Tylenol in her -- I had to play the Grandma card. God bless my husband's mother.
Emailed work to try to move things around and I get this reply from the boss: "I'm sorry she's not feeling well, but this deadline is crucial. I really need you to find a way to make it happen. I know you understand."
Why am I writing this instead of working on the telecom-training PowerPoint you ask?
Actually, that's a good question. Excuse me while I clone myself.