Conversation with M today:
M: I'm sorry the government didn't close.
Me: What?!! Why would you say that?
M: Well, last time it happened, you were home every day after school. We baked and cooked and played games. You were a full time mom.
Me: Sigh....That's true. But it was hard for us.
M: But we made it through. And I liked it.
This conversation came about two hours after a similar conversation with my mom:
Mom: I wish you didn't work so much.
Me: I don't work 60 weeks any more. I often don't work 40 hours.
Mom: No, but between work, kids, appointments, activities, responsibilities, you don't have a lot of time.
Me: That's true. But you still see me every week, sometimes several times a week.
Mom: Yeah. But I miss you.
I can't help but feel I'm doing something wrong. No one is happy and I feel like a mouse on one of those running wheels. I'm doing a ton of shit and no one - including me - is liking it.
There has got to be a better way. Cloning isn't an option. Moving isn't a great option (and not on the table right now). I'm open to ideas. Anyone?