Hand, foot and mouth and paranoia

Cam woke up this morning with a fever of 101.3. Not super high, but of course enough to mean he can't go to school. And after how sick he seemed all day, I'm pretty sure he has hand, foot and mouth disease that is going around the daycare center. Goodie. And we just pray that Maggie doesn't get it too, but I'm thinking that odds are, she will have it soon enough. So I'm on sick baby patrol today and tomorrow, and Aaron is taking over on Wednesday, when my boss is in town.

Which is where the paranoia comes in. Since I've been back at work, my boss has been too busy or disorganized or WHATEVER to get me going on any projects. So I haven't been super busy. Which is slowly killing me (I'd rather be up to my ears in it). And also freaking me out that I'm expendable. I don't think I am, but I just don't know. And I push him to get me things to do, but at the same time I don't want to sound like I'm not doing anything either. It's a weird place to be in.

So today, I dialed into work and mentioned I would be out today and probably tomorrow because my son was sick. And I get a one line email from my boss telling me he will be in Lowell on Weds. And then, after we get the kids to bed, I can't log into my computer. So I'm a little freaked out that my boss is coming to lay me off or something. So I call his cell, on the premise that I need the 1-800 number for tech support for my laptop, and 'oh by the way, what brings you to Lowell on Weds?'. I totally forgot that some people are in from India and he is showing them around. Which is totally normal.

I'm really going to insist that he get me on a new project when he is here so I can start feeling more useful and less paranoid. Sigh.