This line, is a killer. I don't know how many times I've heard it, but it still kills me every time. Jakjak is now 5 years old.
I had always been able to manage my time in a considerable way. Especially back when Jakjak had just been born. I guess that was because he did not actually do a lot back then (sleep, cry, drink, burp, repeat). But even then, I made it a point to be with my family every day.
I shared duties and responsibilities with my wife and we were rewarded with a boy that is emotionally attached, physically sound and intellectually gifted. Jakjak had been given to us as he is, an awesome gift. We helped him to grow up with potential, but I believe that it had always been in him. We just needed to nurture him and watch over him as he grows up.
When my work changed, so did my ability to manage my schedule. I no longer had the power to change shifts at a whim, there is no more graveyard shift that I could use to spend the mornings with Jakjak and he had also started schooling which added to the inconvenience. We do have the weekends to spend and every end of day is still there (we actually still have quite a bit of time to spend), I guess it's just the timing of when he wakes up that has gotten things a bit of a mess. We were used to waking up at any time of the day and having the mornings to ourselves. We have busy lives now, and I guess he's having a fit dealing with the changes.
It's a killer, really. And I've probably died over and over and over because of this.
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