Twice a week, I leave for work at 4am, and don’t get home until around 7pm. That means I don’t see William at all those two days. When I get up with him the next morning, he cries a lot, I’m guessing because he was expecting to see Sarah.
I love my job, but it’s really hard to see the fallout of being less present in my son’s life, even for just a couple days a week.
