I am fortunate. I have a job that allows me to be flexible and spend several hours a day with my son. He's not at daycare all stinkin' day long, only to come home, eat supper, take a bath, and go to bed. My workday is over around 3:00pm.
But still, I hate being away from my son. HATE IT. My heart breaks a little bit every morning when I leave the house before he's even awake. By the time I pick him up and get home, I'm exhausted from working a full 8-hour day, so I don't feel like he's getting the best attention from me. All too often the TV goes on, just because I need to sit down and put my feet up. (I'm a teacher- on my feet most of the time.) He wants to play and run around, but I simply can't do it. Not immediately after getting home.
I hope this will only be for a little while. I'm a mommy and I belong with my son.
I try to be grateful. This job is truly a blessing for my family. But it also stinks.