I often wish I can clone myself or turn myself into something else. A butterfly maybe?

It’s crunch time at work. We’re going Live at the end of the week and we’re still receiving builds and patches. It’s bad enough we have not had a proper code freeze, but to be given changes a few days before Live??!

The lone consultant helping me out with the functional testing was moaning yesterday. Wishing there’s at least a week to complete the tasks. I try to calm the person a little bit by saying we’re not expected to complete a bulk of our manual regression testing, and to focus on the new changes.

Unfortunately the change released confounded the fact we didn’t have the time to re-jig our test data due to lack of resource. Now we’re having to work doubly-hard to get this halfway-done and for completion post-Live.

Gaaadd. My team’s like a never ending tasklist. You should see our WIKI page. It’s a testament to my OCD.

Then yesterday afternoon the neighbour called and said pogiBoy threw up in school. He was complaining of headaches and couldn’t breathe due to heavy colds. Hubby calls to ask me IF I can go home… He always does this, why can’t he volunteer for once? Because his Ward is busy and they cannot have a replacement etc etc.

How about me? I will end up leaving the consultant and miss my allergy desensitization.

I feel bad already about not being there with pogiBoy but he knows what pickle I am in right now.

Hubby goes home only to call later on that he has migraine and boy! was he “glad” he went home.

My desensitization yesterday was increased to the same level as two weeks ago. This dose caused me to have an alarming breathing problem. Naturally I was worried again.

God is merciful. I didn’t have any breathing problem. I took a few puffs of Bricanyl just to ease my breathing but I’m generally okay up to today.

pogiBoy was feverish and he really couldn’t breathe but he believes Jesus will heal him and we do, too.

Hubby is his baby-self. Waking this morning to ask me to work from home, which I can’t agree to. He’s okay, he tends to clamour for attention at the slightest chance.

I do want to stay home and play nurse to my two boys. But I can’t.

It’s a hard life, but we chose this. I guess you really can’t have your cake and eat it, too.

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