Should I stay, or should I go?

A funny thing happened today. Well, not so funny to my DH, or my kids, but I couldn't resist sitting back in my office chair, grinning (let's hope my DH forgives me for this - sorry hun!). Anyhow, I went to the office this morning... first time since last Thursday when the plague struck my house. I'm working away, enjoying being fresh and clean and drinking my Dbl Dbl 1/2 decaf from Tim's, when the phone rings. I look, "oh, it's home... should I answer? yeah, okay." My DH is on the other end of the phone and says, "my worst nightmare just happened!" Oh? What's that? "I've got two kids puking at the same time, in different rooms!"

Well, first of all... that was kind of a silly thing to do. We are on day seven of the plague, he should know by now that you can't leave anyone in a room by themselves for more than two minutes at a time!!

I pondered... "should I stay, or should I go?" I really thought it would be nice, if I were the one at home, to have someone there to help me. But then I realized... you know what? I lived that dream by myself yesterday (although kept them both in the same room together), I think I'll just stay put until I know it's safe to go back home. For a moment I felt like a bad wife/mother... but I got over that pretty quickly.

I had only planned on working until noon anyway so I finished up what I needed to do, packed up and went home. By the time I arrived, DH had everyone in bed, napping! Phew!! He left and went to work and I vegged on the couch until they woke up... which was a really long time... but much needed.

As a working mom, I always feel guilty that I'm not the one here with my children every day and often find it hard to "let go" of the authority when my DH and I are at home together... it's a control issue of mine, I guess. After today, I realized that, you know what? It's okay to let go... sometimes.

:)