One of the hardest things to deal with in this new life of mine is the sad realization that my time at home with Lily and Laura is (was) limited. Sadly I am back at work this week, and I must admit, it leaves me a little depressed.
I was so used to spending the day with my girls, and seeing them at all hours of the day, whenever I wanted to. Now I get about 5 hours of waking time with them. It’s a shock to the system, and I miss them terribly.
Being at home I felt like I was doing something worthwhile. Raising my daughter full time was a job that brought an immense joy to me. Somehow, running database queries and producing reports that no one really reads is less fulfilling.
It’s truly time to start playing the lotto again I think. Because I miss my Boo…
8 hours until I can see her again. Maybe just having a job closer to home would soften the blow some, because I don’t have a lot of faith in a big lotto payout.
Food for thought.
I can imagine how you feel. It’s always pissed me off that we spend more time at work during the week than we spend (waking hours) with our loved onces. Kind of dumb if you ask me. Civilization my ass!