It may be that I'm getting older...or maybe it's global warming...or MAYBE BOTH!!!
Aside from plaguing me with narcoleptic fits of geriatric enlightenment, my new job has given me the opportunity to focus on the more important things in my life. Given that I only have one to two hours of coherent thought upon returning home, I find that I treat every moment with a strange new wonderment. I'm excited to get home. I'm excited to see my wife and my little curmudgeon.
I remember not long age when I would stare out the window, longing for my wife to get home and take the hand-off. I remember when the day seemed like a week, because I was at home alone with my little monster from 7 to 4:30...
Now the day lasts a week because I keep thinking about how much I miss those days.

2 comments:
I hope that you are enjoying the new job and the better sleep.
Thank you WMomma. Yes, I LOVE my new job...but the sleep stuff, that is more out of necessity, and I'd love to have a lot more of it. ;-)
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