It’s been very difficult to concentrate on work this week, because my daughter has been sick with the flu.
I didn’t want to go to work at all this week, but I didn’t have any choice.
Since my daughter has been sick, she can’t go to daycare. I have been taking her to my mom’s house every morning. My mom is happy to help and I know that my daughter is safe with my parents. I dropped Samantha off at the house on Tuesday morning and my mom told me that she was having trouble with the furnace. It was a little drafty in the house, but I didn’t think it was cold. When I picked Samantha up later that day, my mom told me that the furnace had been off all day. I asked my mom if she called the heating company and she told me that my dad was trying to repair the furnace on his own. I knew that was trouble, because my dad doesn’t really have the knowledge to fix but cheaper. He always tries to repair things on his own, but we usually end up calling a repair service anyways. I told my mom that I was worried about bringing Samantha to the house if the furnace wasn’t repaired. She told me that she was going to call the heating company the next day if my dad didn’t get things repaired overnight. I was happily surprised the next morning, when I walked into the house and it was warm and toasty. My dad actually repaired the furnace and no one had to call a professional.