The Boy is sick. Again. This is 4 days he's missed this quarter. This after having perfect attendance every quarter of school until now.
Poor little guy.
I'm staying home to watch him, which means another day out of work. I hate missing work. I don't particularly care to work - given the option, I'd certainly choose to get paid to not work, but that option's not presented itself to me yet. I don't mind staying home to take care of the Boy when he's ill; that's not the issue. I just hate missing work. It's sort of an obligation thing, I guess. I figure, they're paying me to do a job and I should be there doing it.
Still, my employers are pretty understanding, particularly with regard to my having three children under the age of 10, and that helps out quite a bit.
In the meantime, I think I might make use of the time I'm finding here to look for a permanent position - preferably something research oriented, or at least light on the client contact. I can do it; I am more comfortable not.