Woman's Work

I almost vomited into my Cheerios this morning.

I decided it would be best if I did not go to work.

I went to bed.

My son woke me up less than an hour later and said that his father had left without him. I told him that was crazy, that his father had just gone out to start the truck and would be right back.

I was wrong.

When I woke up just before noon, I discovered that Steve had indeed left me here with Michael, instead of bringing him to school like a normal parent. You see, bringing Michael to school is my job. If I can't do it, he doesn't go to school, no matter how sick I might be.

If I sound somewhat bitter, it's because I am.