Had to leave work today.
I’d left Isla at home with her dad. She had a sore tummy but she was fine, better to be safe than sorry though so she stayed at home with the promise of Harry Potter and boardgames About an hour after I got into the office I had a call from home to say she’d been sick.
Now, my reaction pre Christmas would’ve been “Oh I’m sure she’ll be fine and I’ll try to get home early this evening and give her some extra attention” I might have stopped off for a magazine on the way home.
Now that I have fallen down the rabbit hole, my reactions are completely unreliable. I have lost all perspective. Jude didn’t die of an upset tummy. He died because he had a rare and incurable condition.
I freaked out and had to go home.
I find myself wondering if it will always be this hard.