The woes of a working mother, I guess.

[minavox]

In about two hours I'll have an interview for which I prepared by looking up the correct title of my interview partner and recharging the recorder. And if you wonder why I'm still totally happy to be leaving the house you obviously never minded a 3-year-old with fever - who switches between gasping because his temperature nears 40°C and bouncing off the walls because the fever suppressants finally kick in. (Thank you for refraining from recommendations of calf packings or other outerworldish natural remedies - luckily he's not that sick. He still has enough energy to move and invent songs about fever suppositories...)

Sigh.