Tuesday, 18 February 2003

When kids are sick 3 days a week, Nat and I take the kids to their respective child care in the morning and catch the train together. I get to work about 9:15. I leave again at 4:15 to begin the long journey home, picking up the kids on the way. Annyway, I got in this morning as per normal, made a cup of tea, sent some emails and began work. Then my mobile rings; it's Emma's child care. She's a little unwell, which we knew, but they've picked up other symptoms which they feel are worrying and should be seen by a doctor. OK, pull up the train timetables on the web; there's one I can make in about 20 minutes. Pull up the 'phone directory and call the medical centre; yes, I can get her an appointment late morning. Shut down the PC and leave. Total time at work: 40 minutes. Nat's on a field trip today, so she can't do anything to help. I call her to let her know, but she doesn't answer. I send a text message to let her know what's going on. And now I'm sitting on the train, worrying needlessly about my little girl. I'll be OK once I get to her but I hate the sitting and waiting. When kids are sick it tugs on your heart like nothing else can. 10:38:57 AM    comment []