It was with concern that I went to work today, I really didn’t want to leave son but my manager had made it clear that she expected me to be in so, in the absence of DIL going into labour, I put in an appearance. Within 10 minutes I was seriously regretting my ‘dedication’, why hadn’t I declared that I had the sore throat which is doing the rounds, after all I do have it, or told them that I am too stressed, which I am? Was I rewarded for my commitment, no. I have just spent the day feeling intensely resentful toward those midwives who have declared themselves unfit for work, so ensuring that I would not finish work until early evening. Yes, I am a grouchy grump who is full of self-pity.
Back to son. I was right to be unhappy about not being around to supervise. He and DIL went out this morning for a short wander around the local shops, they have bought me some lilies and my own tub of marshmallows but when they came home they noticed that the car had a flat tyre. What should have happened was that Hubby, who was at home, would have taken the car to the local tyre fitting place but no, son and DIL took it off to have the tyre replaced. Too much, too soon and he is suffering for it now. I have showered Hubby with guilt drops, as a penance he went and did the supermarket shop this evening, I feel that there is more mileage in it yet though!