I left the office crying today. After 5 weeks of attempting to work whilst the kids have been back-to-back ill and me and The Man have been taking turns staying home, it's finally come to, "I'm sorry, but it's not working out for any of us." The Girlie is ill again, I'm having to take time off work again; The Man's employer is fed up, my employer is fed up, bank account is dwindling and The Man is even scared to ask for another day off to go to a funeral.
Basically: today I will curl up in a ball and tomorrow we'll start all over again and I will come up with a plan of sorts on what's going to happen next because, frankly, what we attempted to do now wasn't working.
Sh*t me parenthood is hard sometimes.