I was gone for six days, visiting my mom as she recovers from surgery. (She's fine, thank you.) I admit it. I am a wuss. I cry when I'm away from the kids. I sleep poorly, if at all. The days are always fine. The nights bite.
Back where I belong
with screaming, tears and fighting.
And that's just from me.
Nothing compares to
the sight of three kids vying
to give the first hug.
Finally, realizing how much I managed to squeeze in when I was a WOHM, I am amazed at my former self. Now? Well.
How did I ever
manage to work outside the home
and get it all done?
[Check out the other Haiku Friday posts, too. You'll be amazed at the humor, the angst, the love, and, of course, the 17 syllables.]