Here I am with my non matching work clothes I had to put on in a rush after changing three times because I was covered in vomit, I’m lucky to have put on mascara and accent my barely nonexistent eyebrows.... before rushing to work late... fast forward one hour before running out the door I was holding my 8 month old as he choked on his vomit and tried to soothe my 5 year old as he cried in the corner scared for his baby brother, I wrestled with Zeke as he fought me to change his outfit three times only to continue to throw up on me and himself, finally he lays his head on my shoulder and falls asleep from exhaustion..... I sit on the couch and cry for 5 minutes... because I’m overwhelmed, I’m gonna be late, I’m afraid I’m gonna lose my job because my kids seem to be sick ALL THE TIME. But 5 minutes is all I have so i get up wipe the tears away, clean the vomit out of my hair and throw on this outfit (secretly wishing I could just wear my yoga pants) I walk Max to school and then put Zeke in the car and wake my dad up who works nights and barely had enough sleep and ask him to take Zeke, because I had no other options, it’s this or put my career on the line. I know he is in good hands... Pop pop is gonna take care of him, but it doesn’t take the sting away when you have to leave your sick child in the hands of someone else because your job and bills aren’t going to give you a pass...I often ask myself if it gets any easier... but I doubt it... Kids are always gonna get sick, and parents are always gonna have to leave them in the hands of someone else. I just wish we lived in a world that didn’t punish working parents for things that are out of our control. I love my job, but I love my family more. But loving my family often means... leaving them for 8 hours a day so they can have the nice things they desire in life. Sometimes those 8 hours are with mismatched clothes and vomit in your hair... so here I am about to leave work.... I made it... the day is almost done... well no not really... just my work day..... then it’s home to care for my family, all while trying to keep my emotions in check and remaining strong my for family because that’s what a mom does.