first week, sort of.

Turns out Elliot wasn't aware that I was leaving for work and reacting with grief when he threw up on Tuesday. nope. he had the stomach flu. I know this because Wednesday morning I woke up with it -brutal- I was in bed all day and thank God Scott was home because I couldn't have lifted Elliot to save my life. So, no work on Wednesday. Scott made it through the day but minutes after putting Elliot to sleep he started to feel sick and by midnight I was starting to feel a bit better but he was in full flu delirium. So, no work Thursday because I needed to stay home with Elliot since Scott was now the one who couldn't pick him up with any safety.  Again thankfully, this morning Scott felt at least strong enough to keep Elliot with him because otherwise I was going to have to take him to the office with me and I knew I would not accomplish anything.  Scott wasn't really feeling great though and this led to my first, and what I am sure will be often, fit of tears over leaving when I felt like I should really be home but needing to go to work because I needed to be there too.
And so, I went into work today, basically, for the first time all week since Monday was a stat and Tuesday I had a meeting out of town.  This means its Friday and everyone who has been waiting 8 months to contact me was chomping at the bit.  wowzers. I returned as many calls as possible, made a few promises for meetings next week, tried to set up my office, didn't go to the hospital and didn't write a sermon.
I should be writing a sermon now so that tomorrow I could just enjoy the snowstorm that is on its way but i'm not.  I knew last week when I said to Scott "at least now i'll be able to write and study during office hours" I was tempting fate but oh well. tomorrow it will get written because Sunday will come whether I'm ready or not.