Guess I’m Not Working Today.
I’m lucky that I get to work as a writer full-time. I’m lucky that I get to work from home, so I can play with my son when I’m not working and spend as much time with him as possible. I’m lucky that… wait, my boy’s sick again? Well, there goes working on anything today.
Today’s illness isn’t anything serious. He was running a fever near the end of preschool yesterday, and the school’s policy regarding sick kids is that they need to be fever-free, without the aid of medicine, for 24 hours before returning to school. I tried to play it off as innocently as I could with the school nurse, asking if he’s maybe not coming to school today, to which she said, “No, you’re definitely keeping him home for a day. That’s the policy.” I get it, but… dammit.
I’m lucky I get to work as a writer from home, but when my son gets sick my luck runs out and I don’t get to work on anything.
It doesn’t help that he doesn’t like being sick. No one does, but this four-year-old hates being told he’s sick. For one thing, he comes to the realization that we can’t go anywhere, and being stuck at home makes him cry. He also enjoys playing with me, which is wonderful as a parent, but a pain in the butt when I’m trying to score some alone-time for productivity’s sake. So my day today will likely be spent full-time not as a writer, but dealing with a four-year-old who doesn’t want to stay indoors but also wants my non-stop, undivided attention.
Today is going to be… something.