Yes, I was just asking Winter to be good to us, but no, I think she didn't have second thoughts of having us feel her arrival!
Strike One: Sam got the bug early last week. I had to ask permission to work on half day Monday, even if I didn't feel comfortable about it. Hey, my work is relieving someone who is away, so you understand why I can't be away. Anyway, her fever subsided but still had to stay home Wednesday because her tummy was still upset. In effect, I had to cancel my advanced booking for Wednesday.
Strike Two: I got an eye injury. Wednesday afternoon Sam accidentally injured my left eye, leaving me with no choice but to cancel my booking again on Thursday and Friday. It was impossible for me to work. First, the eye patch hindered me from doing my usual activities like driving. Second, the doctor told me so. Third, I was so nauseous, it reminded me why I don't want to get pregnant again! Kidding aside, it was painful and it was hard (especially for a person like me who is always on the go). In effect, we were not able to do much during the long weekend.
Strike Three: Liam got the bug as well. He showed signs as early as Saturday, but it was only yesterday when he actually felt it. Talk about bad timing. I know I wasn't giving the school a good impression when I kept on cancelling my bookings, but what can I do? Yesterday, I was called in AT WORK, 30 minutes before dismissal to collect my son. I knew I had to drop everything and leave because it was what everyone was expecting me to do. But yesterday was a big dilemma for me. With all the cancellations I made last week, I didn't have the guts to ask permission if I can do undertime again because of an emergency. I asked and pleaded to my son's school if they can keep him just until I finish my work. Initially, they agreed, but after fifteen minutes, the phone came ringing again. Imagine the torture I had to deal with yesterday. After the second call, I knew I had to face it full on, gather all my guts and ask permission again :(
Bonus: When I came to collect Liam, I was treated coldly by the school secretary. Even if she didn't utter a word, she made me feel like I'm a bad mum. That smirk on her face was just, arrrgh. Worse, before they released Liam to me, I had to endure being "lectured" by the school principal about having to organise people who can collect my son in cases like what happened yesterday AND about not having to let my son wait for a long time. I tried to explain where I was coming from -- the dilemma I had --but I was cut and the words that were uttered after that, were for me, a bit rude.
So yesterday was just horrible. Yes, I felt horrible emotionally. I felt so weak, physically. I actually haven't fully recovered from my eye injury as my head still had throbbing pains while I was at work, but I had to make a sacrifice just as so I will not jeopardise my work. I didn't lose it especially after the last straw: I had to again ring the school to cancel work, to inform them that my son is not able to go to school today and I need to stay with him.
Depressing, right?
I just had to laugh it off last night. Let go, let God.
Where was hubby, you ask? He was there all throughout, giving me the emotional support that I needed. He was my shock absorber. Siya inaway ko at sinungitan ko, big time. But he let me. He took it calmly and was ready to listen to my long story and rants. Knowing him, if only his office was much nearer and he hasn't just started with the new position, I'm pretty sure, he'd be the first one to volunteer on other days, just to give me a break. Oh well. Thankful he chose his battle hehehe ;)
Sending a LONG EMAIL to the school principal informing them that I was disappointed as to how the case was handled and receiving a phone call this morning giving an apology made things a lot better.
Liam is on the road to recovery (pwera USOG!) and hopefully, this is the last straw of unfortunate events as home.
Lord, time first muna. Please?
