With my first I worked nights, so I was always in or around the house when my little girl was awake, even if I was asleep upstairs.
With my youngest, that changed. I’m working a 45 hour job now, 20 miles away from home. It’s ridiculous how… apart I feel from the little guy. Those little moments I got to enjoy with my daughter just haven’t happened with my son and I know it’s going to be something I regret when I’m older.
With my first I worked nights, so I was always in or around the house when my little girl was awake, even if I was asleep upstairs.
With my youngest, that changed. I’m working a 45 hour job now, 20 miles away from home. It’s ridiculous how… apart I feel from the little guy. Those little moments I got to enjoy with my daughter just haven’t happened with my son and I know it’s going to be something I regret when I’m older.
Still…bills gotta be paid I guess.