Being a parent isn’t easy and I really do wish they came with instructions but they don’t. My children were sick this weekend and I took Friday and Monday off since they wanted nothing to do with Dad, just Mommy. Over the weekend, I realized how hard it is to balance work and life. I felt guilty because I took time to be with my children. How is it that although I invest more than 10 hours a week in free overtime I feel guilt over taking time to snuggle with babies that will only one be 1 and 2 for a short while?
I remember I used to enjoy life. The thought of children although scary was also thrilling to have a little mini version of you to chase around as giggles fill the air. What happened to me? I look outside and I’m scared. I look at my children as they hold up their arms for me to care and I think I wish I could feel and I know that I should. I know that I love them and I say it to them but I wonder if they feel my love when I don’t feel it. What happened to me?