Away from work guilt

I know I am not the only one who has away-from-work guilt. Today it is hitting me especially hard. I ended up with two appointments during the work day. One for my eye (after my daughter poked there with her fingernail last week) and with the dentist. The dentist was early in the morning, but I ended up at work an hour later than usual. The eye doctor is later, I will have to leave an hour earlier than usual. I hate that I feel guilty about this, but I do. I am a salaried employee and definitely work more than a 40 hour work week...not to mention the texting, emailing, and calling I do on my hour commute to and from work. In fact, today I did not take a lunch hour, instead I ate at my desk and am posting this just a few minutes after I finished eating...(here I go again...justifying every minute). Why do I do this?! Just to make myself feel better...I am posting a picture of me at work. I really did do something today! I promise!

I am typing while sleeping

Please forgive the typos and the incoherent sentences. I am typing an sleeping at the same time. Last night I got about four hours of sleep because my son didn't want to get any. He had a runny nose, which I thought might have been a cold, but now seems like it was on teething. Whatever the reason, it was a reason to stay awake.

When I mentioned he was my easy going baby, I didn't lie, I just neglected to mention all bets are off when he doesn't feel well. Runny noses were a big problem in the past. My secret was to put him to bed in his car seat so he was seated upright and let gravity take control of his sinuses.

Now that he can wriggle out of it if he is not buckled in, this doesn't work as well anymore. On to plan B, and C, and D...etc. This included walking him around outside, walking inside, rocking, vaporizing suctioning, and slathering him in Vick's Baby rub. After all that, my sinuses were clean as a whistle, but I didn't make a dent in his.

About 12:30 a.m. the planets aligned and God smiled on me and the nasal waterworks dried up a bit...enough for him to fall asleep. I started counting the hours till my alarm was scheduled to go off and wake me up for work. 12:30 - 5:30 a.m. I could function on that. Of course this was also the morning my daughter woke up at 4:30 a.m. mumbling something about a bad dream and my husband is now working overnights. Uggh.

I had to apologize to my boss today because in my sleep deprived stupor, I thought she told me one of co-workers had diabetes, instead of that she is working on getting media for our diabetes department. Fortunately, she gets it. She has two little ones at home too. Such is the drama of a working mama.