It seems like all my time is obligated, committed, dedicated.
To good things: husband, children, parents, teaching
To things I’ve signed up for
Time that is no longer “mine”
I think this is a common cycle for parents.
When I with children, I think of the other things I ought to be doing.
When I find time to do something that “I” want to do, I think I’m missing an opportunity to be with my parents.
If I’m not careful, I can take my frustration out on people and things that have nothing to do with my feelings. Bark at Duane. Overreact to my kids. Why are our family, those closest to us, the ones we so easily lash out at?
Am I the only one?