I love my children. One day, I will wish they were kids again. But now, that little one year old and four year old control every part of my life. I’m a teacher, so I’m home with the kids in the summer. It’s been two months now, and I can’t wait to get back to work. This isn’t a vacation. It’s a harder job. From 4:30am, when the little one insists on waking up, until 8pm, when the big one goes to sleep, I am their servant. I don’t get a lunch break. Everything I do – EVERYTHING – is for them, not me. I hate it.
