Monday, September 17, 2012

Neglected Child's Eyes Well Up, AllergistMommy's Priorities Get Shaken Up

It's been a crazy few months...

My micropractice is now a little over a year old, and I've been blessed with a growing patient base. However, with more patients comes MORE WORK! I love the patient care part - could do that all day. However, I could do without some of the paperwork, data entry, inventory, etc. I pretty much stopped sleeping.

So the time came to add someone to my team. The search for someone who can channel my vision for the practice into their everyday activities was not an easy one. Resumes, essay exams (yes, I actually had candidates complete an essay exam!), interviews, math quizzes, background checks... phew! Adding employees also means adding an employee handbook, policies and procedure manual, compliance programs, payroll, worker's insurance. Wait a minute - I thought getting help was supposed to reduce my workload?

So, no one would blame me if I haven't been scrapbooking, right? Wrong. My 4 year old blames me, and rightfully so.

This morning, he sat on the sofa with his brother after breakfast, leafing through my 7 year old's baby scrapbook. You know, the scrapbook I created when I was a wide-eyed, bushy-tailed new mom, delighted by the thought of documenting first smile, first bath, first solid food, first fill-in-the-blank? The scrapbook that is not only a collection of photographs, but also captions describing baby antics and quotations on boyhood and motherhood? My older son loves looking at this book whenever he gets the chance. Who wouldn't love a book where you're the star, and every photo is flattering, embellished with jungle animals and teddy bears?

The tears in my 4 year old's eyes were like a dagger in my heart. "Mommy, where is MY book?"

I didn't have the heart to tell him, "Honey, your photos are in a couple of albums on Facebook."

So, this week, I have added to the top of my task list:

  • Redeem self in eyes of baby boy. Create best baby scrapbook EVER. You have 2 hours.

I will be needing this...

One day, I will sleep. Today is not that day.

Tomorrow isn't looking good, either. :-)