Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Not As Planned

Oh, how the best plans have good intentions, right? Do those ever happen as intended when you've got so many moving and young (read two infants) parts? Not in my house, that's for sure.

This week was to be the week that my replacement at the office started, and we worked together to get her up to speed... as well as take some projects a bit farther together. Well, start off with a sick baby over the weekend - or at least that's when we determined that it began after it became a full blown mess this week... and things have gone downhill from there.

I went to work on Monday, having a slight inkling that James wasn't quite himself... but had no idea that I would soon be dealing with a baby version of something similar to strep throat. After spending the majority of the day with my replacement - I got the call that James was completely out of sorts... fever, cough, runny nose, and he was hoarse. So I rushed him to the doctor on Monday evening... and that's when it all started.

I was told by the doctor that the best thing for James was to keep him home until his fever went away for at least 24 hours and his other symptoms had decreased. Typical reaction to a child being ill. So that meant that this Mommy wouldn't be able to make it back into the office until today at the earliest.

I made my arrangements, and took care of getting things ready for that... only then to have Tyler projectile vomit on me Monday night at his bed-time. He then did it again twice more yesterday. So, I wasn't sure what was happening with him. At our 2AM feeding last night - I saw that I had a text from our baby sitter telling me that her daughter and the other toddler that she watches had been throwing up... so even if the boys had been fine - I couldn't take them to her house today if I'd wanted to.

After 3 days - we all finally got a decent amount of sleep last night, and I believe are on the mend. Not 100% obviously, but headed in the right direction.

So, I'm sitting here trying to keep the babies out of the way of our cleaning service... and I get an email (yes, an email) from my office. Apparently, given this illness with the boys and the fact that I am in the process of moving - they decided that this would be my last week there. I was upset by this email, at first... because the time away from the boys and the extra money were helpful in this season while I'm doing all of this alone during the week.

It took me by surprise, and as a friend pointed out - it wasn't handled well... but what are you going to do? It was an email asking me to come bring them their keys because it was  my last week...and to come tie up any loose ends with my replacement. Unreal, right? Since they chose this path... I said that I'd mail them their keys. I'm not carting two sick babies an hour from home to a building with no way for me to bring them upstairs at the same time... just to return your keys. I'm sorry. 

I guess this is a loud and clear message that it's time for me to get things going on this end and get the heck out of Texas for our new adventure. It's time for the Momma Hawk and baby birds to hit Tennessee with our favorite Daddy/Husband. We need to be together. I guess we are now available for some play dates and extra time with family before we leave.
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