I'm dying to get off the train and go to the loo. Stupid, but work is so busy I ran out the door needing to go and didn't get a chance between one train and the next and this train is too crowded to contemplate getting up and fighting my way through.
What a joke. I just don't have moments in my days, even for my most personal of needs at the moment. I guess sometimes work is like that. Not pleasant though. How long can it possibly be sustainable for?
To guess it's complicated by the fact that my son's father is away so I'm much less willing to miss a train that will delay my arrival home by half an hour. Tomorrow I'll have to arrange for him to go to a friends, as it is, as none of us are available to be there anytime in the first hour or two after he gets home from school.
I suppose soon he will be old enough to go home by himself, but it doesn't feel right yet at this stage. I hate feeling like I have to compromise my parenting standards because of my work.
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