Spent lots of time with this little man, and his Daddy, and big brothers over the Christmas break.
It makes coming back to work so much harder than it's ever been before. I feel an ache in me that's not been there in years past.
I want to try and keep a better log of life -both mine, and his - through this year.
But today, I just don't have it in me. I have frustration and anger.
I'm angry that I have to miss time with him.
I'm angry that I want to be home with him. It feels like I'm letting down the women through time that have worked so hard to make it possible for women like me to work outside of the home, because it was what they desperately needed.
It's ICKY.
And my brain is in a terrible place. It started the evening of New Years, knowing that I wanted to have an amazing new start to the year, but that so much of the time I want to be home is spent working.
I know, this isn't a post for a new year. I should be starting with a better attitude. But, I can't pretend that right now.
