Today was one of those days

that makes me hate working. E was asleep and F wanted to snuggle, but I had to get ready to go back to work. I hated waking E up and sending him off with my mom. I know he'll be fine, but I miss him so. In the back of my mind, that niggling doubt and fear arises: I am a bad momma because my work schedule interferes with my children's lives. The objective reality is that E had been sleeping for nearly 3 hours, certainly long enough for a small boy of 3.