So last night was my first ever missed Halloween with my boys. By the time I got home from work, they were both sleeping. Now this is not the first time I have gotten home after they had gone off to bed. In fact since I have been reduced to 3 days a week, it’s more times than not. I’m always in catch up mode and trying to prove my worth, so until I can find a new job, I can keep the much needed benefits and reduced pay. But how do you explain that to a 3 and 5 year old, all they know is their daddy was not there. Then to make matters worse, this morning I was running late for work and Joshua earnestly wanted to tell me about his night out. I had to tell him I couldn’t talk right now. He gave me his sad face and puppy dog eyes and I about melted.
At the end of the day, I know I did what I did for them. I have never been great at finding a good work life balance, but when it comes to special occasions and weekends with my boys, I always do everything I can to not let work get in the way. I failed last night. It was the right thing to do, but it feels pretty horrible.