JUST as I was done paying for my lunch and on my way back to my office, my phone rang – I was told that I needed to go pick up the kids at daycare because Denis was unavailable. I took my food upstairs, asked my bosses (who both were very nice about it), wrapped my food in foil and left. As I was leaving Mr. Russell told me to go ahead and make sure that IT gives me server access on my laptop so that in the future I can work from home. He said, “You pretty much have the hang of things at this point and there’s a lot you can do from home if you need to – so let’s get you rolling on that occasional telecommuting.”
At daycare, CootieBoy looked miserable – he was just down for a nap but still awake. His eyes are dark and tired. However, he smiled when he saw me and dropped his head on my shoulder the moment I picked him up. CootieGirl was also down for a nap and looked like a ghost when they brought her out of the napping room. She all but collapsed into my arms as well.
At this point the :puke: is over, but now they both have vicious diarrhea that just won’t stop – in fact, one reason I had to pick them up was that they had no more clean clothes left to put on!
Upon arriving home I put CootieBoy down – he fell asleep in about 2 minutes. CootieGirl is now on the sofa watching “Dora” and reluctantly eating some toast. Mr. Sutherland has a webcast at 3 p.m. and upon getting the kids settled I promptly logged into the system and sent myself and invite so I could make sure all goes well at 3 p.m. I gave him my cell phone number in case he needs to call me with any issues at 3 p.m.
Let’s hope he doesn’t.
I left work at 3:45 p.m. and only just now got home (5:30 p.m.). That’s a long commute.
The snow wasn’t sticking on the streets at all when I left NYC, but by the time I got to my car at 5:20 p.m. it had about 2 inches of wet snow on it. The sidewalks are covered and the streets are pretty slushy.
I’m glad I took the offer by my boss to leave a bit early – I imagine the commute home right now is probably pretty bad. As it was it took forever to get to the Port Authority, then I waited in line (which I usually don’t have to do) and then the bus took forever (comparatively).
Well, it’s 1:28 a.m. on Tuesday, but it’s still Monday night to me. I got home about an hour ago – I decided to leave today instead of tomorrow (er…today). This way I have a full day to clean my house and get things in order before I return to work on Wednesday. We have a bunch of people from church coming over on Wednesday night so I have to prepare for that as well.
What’s ironic about me going back to work after 8 weeks of maternity leave: in the mail this weekend I got a jury duty summons. I have to report on November 18, although I wonder if I can postpone it.
In other (not so good news): The hospital where I gave birth claims I owe them about $700 for some reason. Needless to say a phone call will be made in the morning to ask why they feel I owe them money. It had BETTER NOT BE for that stupid psychiatrist they made me talk to about my post-partem depression because if it is I’m going to demand my doctor pay for it since they forced me to meet with her in the first place. *I* am not paying for it since I didn’t want to talk to her.
And now, I’m going to bed.