The past month has zipped by and can only be summed up with work work and overworked. Working has crept into after hours, weekends, into my dreams. Was I a workhorse in my past life I wonder?
I feel terribly guilty because my parents are doing the hard yards for me. My long days at work means they have long hours of caretaking of the kids with no rest. I’m such a horrible daughter and mummy πΏ.
Luckily in between all the madness there are pockets of sunshine where I get some time out with the family and the kids.
They are getting so big and cheeky and smart. I feel terrible that I don’t give them the time and mummy they deserve. I can only pray that all this hard work is worth it and for the better good.
Meanwhile I take pictures of them whenever I can so that I can capture their growth in time. I remind them that despite mummy’s absence I do love them very very much.
Right now it’s hard to see the end of the tunnel and I just keep slogging. When this is over I’m promising myself to take a week’s leave just to clean the house, stock then pantry and freezer, and most importantly to spend quality time with the kids. Hopefully the end is not too far awayππ»ππ»ππ».
daitaoha 