I sleep eight hours per night. I get up and get ready for work before my kids wake up, most days. A couple of times I’m the one waking them up, sending them to school, like today. I think I nagged (because we didn’t really have time to talk) for half an hour, and then I was stressed out and got angry with the little one and sent them both to school, my last angry words being “NOW GO!”. I ran to the bus, which I’m now on, and I will spend eight hours at work before taking the bus back. The afternoon/evening routine (depending on when I get home, yesterday it was after the kids had gone to sleep) consists of preparing dinner, eating and sitting in the sofa all tired, until it’s time to put the kids to bed and reading to them.
I just counted the hours that I have a chance to interact with my kids. 41,5 hours a week. But that is before activities, or them playing with friends, or me doing anything outside our home without them, or having to work (correcting essays or plan lessons).
41,5 hours.
No wonder I don’t feel connected most of the time.
