Chuck didn't get home until after 5:00 to relieve my sick kid duties. Luke had to go get his soccer trophy, so we did that (I'll have to post a pic), and then I went into the office to get some stuff ready for tomorrow. I'm here now, but ready to take off so I can get back here in a just a few hours. I love this job (most of the time). I hope they can put up with me and my sick children. This is one of those tough balances that I just can't make work. Everyone asks me, "How do you do it all?" My answer is that "I don't." Today is a grand example. I billed three and a half hours working from 8 p.m.-11:30 p.m. That's not healthy for me, my husband, my children, or my career. But, without a doubt, family comes first. I just have to make sure I keep my job so I can feed my family. It's a vicious circle.
Poor George got up to a fever of 103.2, laid in my arms lethargically most of the afternoon breathing rapidly, and finally began to open his eyes and interact once Chuck got home (which coincided with the Motrin kicking in). The doctor said it is just a virus. Hope he starts feeling better soon.