I was pretty bummed yesterday.
My youngest son turned two and I couldn’t be there for his birthday.
It was my ex-wife’s parenting time.
All three of those statements are kind of downers. Sorry, but that’s where I was at. My posts were kind of “meh.” I wasn’t all that motivated at work. The main meeting I run every week we rushed through in half the time allotted and I was okay with it. I felt like I was sleepwalking through my day.
It felt like we ran out of regular coffee at work, so they put decaf in the pot.
I did have a headache later on in the day. Hmm 🤔
Well, I am feeling better today after a good night’s sleep with the expectation of seeing my beautiful children after work. Even the fact that I have a dental cleaning in the afternoon won’t dampen my spirits today.
I am so glad I get to see my kids as much as I do. We have an exactly 50-50 parenting time split, which makes childcare dicey sometimes but I’d rather be forced to take an unplanned day off of work, I call those days “gifts” with my kids, rather than having less time with them.
All of the time I get with my kids is highly cherished and it is something I always look forward to and treasure.
For holidays, the day itself doesn’t matter so much, but not being there on a birthday stings.