It is liberating yet, it feels suffocating at times.
I long for the days when I problems solved with a team at work, yet I don't want to go back. I don't want to be tied to deadlines and what someone else deems important, yet I know I have the same thing here at home as well.
I don't want to miss a thing in my kids' lives, yet I am dreading going on the field trip, and being trapped all day with over a hundred second graders.
I sometimes feel guilty that my husband battles a long commute and works all day, yet I also resent his off time on the weekends when he gets up, runs, watches football or does whatever he wants while my "job" continues, 7 days a week.
I feel guilty for being mad about it because I know I have stolen moments throughout the day here and there to do what I want to do, yet it is nothing like a day off with someone else taking care of everything that usually falls on me.
I feel loved by m…