Last night, when I got to work, I got a little "talking to". A nice talking to, but a talking to, nonetheless.
Apparently my absentee rate is at 5% for the year.
I was floored. Shocked. Dumbfounded.
I try really, really hard to not call in sick to work...and if I have to, I usually just call in sick for the first four hours of my shift, at which time Mr. Wonderful is home and can take over.
My children are my passion.
So, when they are sick, I've never felt guilty about calling in sick, because they are what I live for. Not work.
I was told (nicely, I must add), that they make us aware of this rate so that we can make changes.
Um...but...I already thought I did make changes. I rarely would ever call in sick with ill children for a full shift. I worked it out with my husband, we did the tag team thing. Not one of my "absences" was for me.
This makes me feel horrible...to have to decide between my ill child and my absenteeism.
Because, I know what my choice is...my children, they always will be.
But, I don't want to choose.