"Dad-eeeeeeeeee!"
For the passed three and a half months, I've had the rare opportunity to stay at home with my family and not go to work. And miraculously, my roof is still above my head, and there is still food in my fridge.
One (just one) of the best parts of the deal is hearing a voice calling out to me from her room asking me to get her.
In my most recent prior life, I woke up each weekday at 5:30 a.m. and was out the door by 6:17 a.m. (after which point I'd miss my bus). But now, my daughter's day begins and I am actually physically present. It's cool. It's amazing. It's sad that it can't always be "normal."
I'm not sure how the next work/life combination will manifest itself, but I sure am enjoying the meanwhile.
