I like my job. My coworkers are (for the most part) pretty nice people. I enjoy what I do. It’s stressful, but satisfying.
But damn I wish I didn’t have to do it for 50+ hours a week. Because spending that much time away from my wee man feels pretty rotten.
Some days I find myself thinking about him constantly. Wondering what he’s doing, I find my hand creeping towards the phone just so I can hear about how much he ate for lunch or how long he napped.
Because when I’m away from him I feel like part of me is missing. I feel like the best part of me is missing.