Remember when you were young and in a heated game of kickball or Red Rover?
Every now and then, you’d toss your hands into the air in a “T” formation while shouting, I CALL TIME OUT! because you had to tend to urgent matters like tying your shoes or taking a bathroom break?
I’ve had to take Paid Time Off twice in the past seven days, but really, I wrote them both off as professional time- outs.
Let me explain what I mean by that. Paid Time Off is usually reserved for planned vacations or sanity saving days, while professional time-outs are those awkward moments when working moms and dads have to look their coworkers straight in the eyes and plead forgiveness for bailing unexpectedly.
I was in the middle of my work day when my cell phone rang. The caller I.D. showed my 4.5-year old daughter’s day care number.
That’s never a good sign.
After learning that Jaycee had cut the back of her head open at recess, I bolted out of the office, scheduled an appointment with the pediatrician, and took her in to be evaluated.
Luckily, the only lasting effect from her fall was a mean case of messy hair.
Fast forward exactly one week: My cell phone rings. It’s the day care center number on my caller ID again.
You have GOT to be kidding me.
This time, Jaycee ran into another child during water play and knocked her front teeth wiggly. I peeled out of my work parking lot and scheduled an appointment with the dentist this time.
Turns out her teeth appear to be OK, but she might have fractured her alveolus – or tooth socket in her upper jawbone. The treatment prescribed: T-L-C and soft foods.
Don’t get me wrong. I feel bad for my little wrecking ball.
But my professional time-out hours were not enjoyable and I want them back.