Tuana was up at 3:30 this morning with a fever again. Not to high, almost 101 degrees, but I had already decided to leave work early to take her to the doctor. My wristwatch was pinging with messages from school - as it always does - and I glanced to see I was assigned as a substitute for the end of the day.
My colleague was sick. Her husband would take the class, but their son was sick.
My other colleague has a doctor's report for 10 days, so she's legally not supposed to be here. The Americans that are always complaining about Turks not working hard had a ticket to walk up the hill to their dorms everyday - they both could teach and go home.
So I got stuck with a 9 and 10 coverage. An end of the day that left me with teaching 9 out of 10 periods in the day.
And my plan was to take my baby to the doctor. I'm not this person - but this year has been a massive struggle to keep my family life separate from my work.
And I'm not very good at it so far, but the urgency of my family needs over my work keeps me fighting. But I still hope to reach that zen point where I can be awesome and help everyone and still give a firm no rather than a hysterical one.
Which is what I did (the hysterical panic response that is ...) and found replacements for my 9/10 substitutions and made it to the doctor.
Tuana is feverish, tired, mostly happy, and just fighting a bug I guess.
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