To top it all of, I've been having dilemna with my current status of being employed. It breaks my heart to think that I don't spend enough time with our son and that I am depriving my husband of the tender, loving, care that he ought to be getting. Not that he doesn't get TLC but not as much nowadays since I am barely awake when he gets home and we don't get to spend more time. Of course, we did talk about this set-up. Me working at night and him during the day. Yet my heart is wishing for something much, much better as anyone would.
If only dreams and wishes can be given overnight and that the next day a fairy tale life can be lived over again. But the reality is that life can only get more complicated and you just have to keep up in such a way that you still keep your sanity.
If I can keep on writing, I know I'd be far from insane.