I hate working late

It’s been a rough couple of weeks for me at work, and these rough times prove the adage that when mama ain’t happy, ain’t no one happy. My poor boys are just miserable when I work late (and by my poor boys, I am referring to Mike, too). While Mike doesn’t have a problem with having one on one time with Alex and Nate, Alex and Nate act out because they miss mama. Which makes the one on one time harder than it otherwise would be. The more late nights I have, the harder it is on the kiddos, and therefore on Daddy, too. Alex has taken to saying things like “Mommy, can I help you with your deadline so you can come home?” and “I hope you don’t have any more long papers” and “why do you have to write long papers for court?”

Tonight, was particularly bad, though there was a silver lining. Mike had a 5 pm hearing, and I didn’t know how I was going to tear away to pick up the kids. Luckily Mike understood my panic and quickly thought to arrange for our neighbors to do pick up (did I mention thank GOD we have neighbors whose two sons are in the same to programs as our sons, and that we like and get along with to boot?!?!?!). When he got home a little after 6:30, they ended up enjoying an impromptu dinner all together. That was the good part. The not so good part was that when the boys called me at 8:30 to say goodnight, Alex was a miserable, crying mess so bad that he couldn’t even talk to me. He was SO SAD that I was not home, yet again. It broke my heart. Nate, in the meantime, was pleasant enough on the phone, but acted out afterward by biting at Alex and generally making his bedtime miserable, so that Nate had to be separated from him and put in his own room for sleep.

I can’t wait for this craziness to be over. And there is no end in sight.