As much as a love living out in the country, and as much as I think that my life has improved since I moved here and it really was the right thing for me to do, the root of my decision to move was my family. I wanted to be able to help my grandparents, especially since they are not in the best of health.
So last night, when my grandfather called to ask me to watch my grandmother this morning while he went to the doctor, my first reaction was, "Yes! Something that I can do to help!" My second thought was, "Shit! I have treatments tomorrow and eight animals in the hospital- there is no way I can juggle both!" So, my mind started racing back and forth- could I go in @ 5:30, be done by seven and back in time for his appointment? No, because the doctors wouldn't be in until 7:30 or 8, and I needed to be there for that. Could I take her with me? No, there was too big of a chance she would get into something if it were one of her 'bad' days. Finally, I had to admit that I just couldn't do it.
While my grandfather was totally understanding and fine with this, I feel so guilty. Total and complete failure in my ability to juggle work and my family. Ga, what a slug I am!
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No, silly. This is not a failure, it is simply a unfortunate scheduling conflict. They are not the same. You need a job, you love your job. You moved for your family, you love your family. Sometimes things overlap. If it had been an emergency, I'm willing to bet that you would have picked your family and fulfilled your obligation there. As it was not, you fulfilled your obligation to work. As you should have. No guilt allowed in this situation - and coming from the Queen of Unnecessary Guilt, that is saying a lot.
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