Home time

I got home yesterday. It's both good and bad. This house is a pig pin. I just had to do the dishes so I could make something to eat. Then once I have room to cook, I have to push stuff around to make room on the table for our plates.

The thing that really pisses me off is that the stuff on the table was there the last, at least two times I was home. I was out three weeks this time and two weeks last time.

Then while my son and I where eating and talking, he tells me that he likes when I'm home. Because nobody ever sits at the table with him.

My wife is at work right now, I know she can't be at the table with Anthony right now. But she does get days off. There is no excuse for not sitting down with your son at least once or twice a week. If I could, I'd sit with him every night. Which, I'm going to have to find a local job, or a job somewhere that I can move my son to. I'm not going to let him live like this anymore.

Well, got to get on with the rest of the weekend. And I understand being tired after work. I put in 14 hour days most every day, And Thursday was 18 hours. So don't till me your tired. I'm tired.