When Sophie woke me up at 3 am to tell me she couldn't breathe through her nose and her throat was sore, I have to admit that I breathed a sigh of relief. Not that she was getting sick, of course -- but because she was getting sick on a day filled with calls I could make from home rather than on a day where an audience was expecting me to show up.
As I write this, Sophie is in the old nursing glider in the corner of my office, watching the Bee Movie (very loudly), eating grilled cheese sticks and drinking oj. She's in stuffed-up heaven. And while I prefer the solitude of my home office (and the background sounds of the Today show), I cannot help but feel that I dodged a bullet. In fact, as much as I've got it together in many aspects of my life, when it comes to emergency child care -- let's face it -- I'm screwed. And as a sole practitioner in my coaching and training practice, I have no substitute players. I'm it. And if I'm it -- and a room of training participants are waiting (and G-d help me if they're waiting for me a plane ride away!) - what do I do with a sick kid?
What do YOU do? I'd love to know! Now back to the Bee Movie -- hey look! It's Ray Liotta!
It is so hard being a working Mom. I work full time as an administrator of a school. There is no backup me. My children attend school where I work. If someone gets sick, I end up going home. I marvel at the companies that have on-site child care. There are even those companies that have sick care on-site!
With Swine Flu rampant, a school is a breeding ground for germs and children are germ magnets! The policy is inforced...sick kid?--They go home and mom goes home too.
I am blessed that my husband works from home on a Friday, so if illness hits on a Friday, then I have back-up and a very long weekend to look forward to.