Bad enough that I had to go back to work yesterday with DS still sick but then I get to hear about my a.h. boss who apparently made a not so nice statement about my absences due to DS being sick. Gee. He's a psychiatrist. I guess he has used up all of his empathy.
Then I forgot to go and get my TB test and have my other supervisor breathing down my neck about that.
Then I wake up at 4 am and realize that all of that precious 12 ounces of EBM that I pumped yesterday at work was still sitting in my work bag. Ugh. Something about work just isn't doing it for me lately.
Barbara-mom to Jack 3/27/03