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How to Endure and Possibly Triumph Over the Adorable Tyrant
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Quittin' time!

Here’s what you do when you have too much work: you abandon the one gig that pays serious cash. And presto chango, more time! To worry about your finances!

It was the corporate gig that was killing me. It's always the corporate gig. Scott has made me promise that I won’t take these kinds of jobs anymore. Every time I do, I exult in the increased income for exactly 3 days. Then I spend the rest of my tenure rending my garments over my stifled creativity, all those lost hours in which I could have realized my potential. I’m an incredible baby. So! I hereby pledge not to take any more corporate work. Unless, you know, I have to.

The day after the quitting, Henry woke up at 3:30 a.m. with a raging fever. I went in when I heard him calling, and he sat bolt upright and demanded to know what was on my chin. “Something on your chin is all sparkly and I think they’re dinosaur stickers! Sparkly dinosaurs! Can I have those cool sparkly dinosaur stickers?” I felt his piping hot forehead as he tried to pull my chin off. (Which, for the record, was sticker-free.)

The rest of the night was sleep-free: he was all manic and delirious, and we have one of those incredibly inaccurate ear thermometers that one moment would read 104.5 and then 102.4 and then 99.5 and then back up to 104, so I didn’t know whether to call his doctor or put him in an ice bath or just leave him alone. And yet I kept having these moments of giddiness when I realized I don’t have to freak out because he’ll be home tomorrow. He can be home and it’s okay.

The next day my brain was working less well than usual. I mean, I know I was tired but even when I’m tired, I rarely drop a Brita filter into chicken soup (long story) and stare at it for a full minute before realizing what I've done. I took my temperature, and according to 56 of the 58 readouts, I had also succumbed.

So I joined Henry under a blanket on the couch, and we watched “Singin’ in the Rain” (Henry’s new favorite movie, if you fast-forward past all that bothersome dialogue), and then we watched "Toy Story 2." And for once my brain wasn’t trying to get my body to leap off the couch, or mentally tallying everything I had to cram into the day. Even with the fever, it was the best time I'd had in a while. I hope it doesn’t take another virus to have that again.

Reader Comments (48)

Congratulations on the big decision. It sounds like the right one.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterLaziza
Suddenly I have this uncontrollable urge to get a corporate job, then let them stifle my creativity for a few months before quitting.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterRyan
Way to get out! Anything beats slaving away at a corporate gig.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterJonathon
Wait, you had a job? A corporate job? Did I completely miss something?
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commenternate
Nothing feels better than to know that you are making the right decision for you family. Breathe a sigh of relief!
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commentertallulah
Those ear thermometers! I know! Ours has my husband convinced that the left side of his head is hotter than the right side. For Zoe, I take about 10 readings in each ear and go with the highest. This method won out over averaging all the readings - suggested by the aforementioned husband who is usually a pretty smart guy ... I always feel guilty when I enjoy it when Z is sick - when she is all cuddly and quiet and just wants to snuggle and watch Calliou. But alas, we take what we can get, right? Too bad you had to host the same virus. Hopefully there were no other symptoms besides fever and laziness.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterLisa
Sounds like you're making some important decisions.

Hope you both feel better soon!

September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterPass the Torch
Ack. Now what have I TOLD you about sparkly dinosaurs on your chin? Honestly, some people.

Feel better. I hear filtered soup is good for what ails you.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterMir
I was suddenly frightened that "quittin' time" in fact meant "BLOG-quittin' time," and had a moment of panic.

And I'm sorry for the not-feeling-well.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterJB
You are sneaky. I had no idea you had a corporate gig. But I applaud your quitting! I would like to quit, too!

Sometimes I'm secretly happy that daycare calls and tells me I have to come get a sick little angel, because I miss her and wanted to cuddle her, anyway.

Hope ya'll start feeling better soon.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterdorothy
We had the same week! Without sparkly sticker hallucinations.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterMrs. Kennedy
Snort on the Brita situation. I usually end up accidentally hurting myself when i'm too tired (walking into doors and cabinets and occasionally my poor husband's head). At least you know your soup is purified.

I just quit the big corporate job too, and am stil prancing around worrying about money. But I'm determined to stick with my guns and do what I want to...unless I become homeless and then all bets are off.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterJemima
My daughter is also all about Singing in the Rain. Likewise, minus the bothersome dialogue. Bothersome, I say! Or she would, if that word were in her vocabulary.

Feel better.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterfalwyn
Yeah, I don't miss my days as a corporate flunkie and much, much prefer my new gig workin' for the Mini-Man.

September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commentercagey
Delurking to say, "welcome back!"

September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterLori
I often have hallucinations of sparkly dinosaurs, but ironically, I'm not sick...
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterstayathomemotherdom
Re: Toy Story II: did you cry at the part where Jessie sings that song about the little girl who used to love her? i quite literally have to leave the room during that portion of the program.

and i say yay for quittin!
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commentersweetney
So glad you could quit the corporate gig. They really have a way of sucking the life out of you and stifling your creativity.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterStar Shine
Oh, good for you! Who needs money anyway?

(blithely says the mom of 8 children)

September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commenterowlhaven
Quitting is the best.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterLori
Yay for all the good stuff!

Boo for the sick!

Hope you're both feeling better soon :)
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commentershy me
Congratulations. You are no longer a cog. A steady paycheck is great but corporate america sucks donkey balls.And hey, now you have time to focus on the really important stuff, like making sure your chicken soup is free of impurities.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterTB
Boo hiss! Corporate gigs! I quit my corporate gig about four years ago and have never once taken for granted the ability to just stay home with my sick kid. Before I had to sit and calculate how many hours of work I could get in before the "your son has a fever" phone call, if I dosed him with Motrin just as we're leaving to drive to daycare or school. Now I work from home as and independent contractor, and have the ability to set my own hours. Love it!!!
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterRobin in San Jose
I hope everyone feels better soon!

We have one of those ultra modern ultra violet ultra ray laser thingers that you just swipe along the forehead into the hairline, and while it is pretty acurate, you have to hold it JUST SO, and I can never managed to hold it just so, so the reading is always different. I always run it 60 times too.
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered Commenteramy
Mmm, filtered chicken soup.

Every time I come here, you're talking about food. What's with that?
September 29, 2006 | Unregistered CommenterSusan

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