It was field day for Miss C’s class.
And I was not there.
I’m working from home today and Miss A will be home any minute this afternoon. I’ve had the parent letter asking for volunteers posted on our refrigerator for more than a week, though, so perhaps I’m mentally flogging myself. But it’s about this time of year that I start calculating how much vacation time I have left and if I can take a half day here and a half day there. They add up you know.
I have 8 vacation days left for the remainder of the year. Now that may sound like a lot but if we go on a family vacation this summer I will likely take four or five days off. Plus my best friend and I have talked about going to the beach for a belated 40th birthday celebration.
I could have just popped by to help out with field day for a little while, but that’s like saying you’ll just pop in to Target for a few minutes and not buy anything. And that’s just crazy talk.
I can’t really complain because I have a flexible work schedule. And trust me, if I didn’t work I’d go crazy and would probably end up ghost writing a blog for our dogs.
I can complain about feeling a little guilty, though.
But I don’t feel too guilty because look who I surprised at school and ate lunch with today.