Last weekend was wonderful -- apple picking, leaf gathering, project making galore -- and then our not-quite-4-year-old ended up with an inexplicably swollen hand and arm, which lead to an overnight stay at the hospital and three doeses of heavy-duty IV antibiotics.
She's much better now -- even though doctors still aren't quite sure what caused the swelling -- and while my husband was sleeping on a pull-out bed in her hospital room and I was home with our sleeping toddler, I discovered a new type of working mom guilt: Feeling guilty that I was able to get my work done, when I would have gladly chucked my workload in the trash and spent the night at the hospital instead.
You can read all about it over at The 36-Hour Day. And then go and hug your children tight.
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