Parenting is hard. I hate the part where I miss much of their life. Is it because of this choice I made? Somehow or rather, I can't answer this question. At times I feel that I may be a workaholic, but at other times, I think back about Daddy and his dedication towards his work and I feel justified. The reason for all this is for my kids. I want to be able to give them something better... but if I'm not around them much, then what kind of a mother am I?
I guess this is another of those feeling pity and down for myself moments again. I wanna go do my assignment.
I just miss the kids too much...
Sigh...