working mothers

3:47AM “Mommy my head hurts so bad and I’m freezing,” says the whispered voice in my ear. I am awake. Check the clock. Groan (quietly, I hope; don’t want to psychically scar the sick child).  Usually these pre-dawn wake-ups are Caleb with a bad dream. He tells me about the dream, then flops onto what we call the dog bed (see above: children may well already be scarred, who knows). …