I am living on the brink.
Sahar is 3 and she misses me. She needs more time, energy, attention and love from me. The best I can manage on a working day is return after 10+ hours
We moved house 8 months ago. Moved away to a suburb that is 1 hr away from my workplace, and 1 hr away from my Mum’s….. who was earlier too close for comfort but certainly a great support for the girls and me.
The move has brought us closer to nature, open spaces, independance of mind and spirit…. but it has been hard on me because it has separated my children and me for another 2 hours a day. It has depressed me… because it all added up to a bit much.
New maids, big house, extra hours away, the return to work and having to start from scratch again…… Guilt, guilt guilt. The guilt and my own separation anxiety of being torn away from my daughters has crushed me.
ADDED LATER: I revisited this post today stealing computer time from the ladies who are standing by with a Mickey Mouse CD. This post was typed in May 2006 and in May 2007 I quit that beloved, blessed job of mine.