So I wake up this morning at 5:15 when my 6-year old son Kyle tells me, “Mommy, I threw up in my bed, and I have diarrhea.” Lovely way to start the morning, lol. So, my husband changes the sheets, I grab a bucket, sit him on the toilet, run a bath, get him cleaned up, Ed gets fresh sheets on the bed, and we put him back in bed. It’s a stomach virus going around. Fortunately no fever, just no fun to have.

So, since after starting some wash, getting everything cleaned up, etc., I have some time to ponder, and think how this will affect my day. Umm, just a little. That’s one thing I love about being a VA. I can keep my kids home with me and not feel the guilt so many of my friends feel when they have to call in their absence to work. I can still work on my laptop, take care of my son, and just get slightly behind. I can catch up when my husband gets home from work.

I really love the work I do and the flexibility it offers to meet the needs of my family. I’m just feeling grateful today.