You would think this post is about my children, but no, it’s about me. I feel like I’m constantly complaining. I complained that I didn’t get to be home with my children. Now, I’m retired and get to spend enormous amounts of time with my children. Guess who’s not here now? My husband. For the moment, the trade off is he’s working a few states away and has been gone for nearly two weeks with probably another one to go. We get to see him otherwise for only two or three days a week. I hate that he’s missing out on Grant’s early weeks. I hate that I’m here by myself with my kids. There is a reason that it takes two people to create a baby….because you need at least two to raise them.
I’m tired, I’m a little sad and my baby is crying inconsolably.