Usually, I head out the door in the morning without a backward thought. My kids are safe and happy, I am in going to work mode. I work at work. I come home and I don't think about work, except insofar as I have to pump and launder and otherwise prepare for going work.
Today, I was out of sorts. My eyes welled up. Angelfish is growing so fast. So fast. She coos and ahhhs and talks and gahs nonstop. I'm missing her babyhood. And I feel as if Clownfish and I haven't had a proper conversation in days.
Work was fine -- nothing new or stressful, but nothing exciting either. It was the first time in a long time that I felt "meh" about my job.
I'm just tired and cranky, I know. Nothing some sleep and some family time won't cure.
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