This week is taking its toll. I am physically and emotionally spent. Today was a long day, I left work much later than I wanted to after having a few hundred more things added to my to do list for tomorrow. This means a working evening as well.
One of my light reliefs, things that sparks joy, keep me sane at times like this is time with my 2 year old son. He is a gentle reminder of what life is all about.
Tonight, I came home to this…
I last saw him, spoke to him, played with him, hugged him before 7am this morning.
I will next speak to him at 6am tomorrow.
This is the sacrifice of the working mother, the moment of pause that keeps me going not available for me today because I am too late.