Teenagers don't like change. Or at least mine don't.

Most likely , I discussed the back to work thing , so much , that our children picked up on it and started their own thought process. Yesterday , after picking my daughter up from school , she asked me if Iwas tired from my day at work. I told her I was because it was very busy , we had alot of cases. She expressed her disappointment , "I don't like it when you are tired from work. It makes everything seem so much more stressful. I liked it when you were at home. This is going to bother me." As I sat there listening , I realized , sitting down for the first time that day , did cause me to talk different , be different. I told her I was sorry. We went home and started the supper thing. Being a mother who works outside the home is such a torn place to be. While I love my career , I hate the feeling that I am giving more to my job than to the people in my life , whom I am responsible for. I have plenty of concerns with few answers. As everyone gradually came back to the home front , from their various places , I started the guilt thing. Guilt becomes hurt and hurt becomes anger. None of these things are good for us. Returning from my daughter's gymnastic practice , my phone rings. "Mother I don't mean to be rude , but this steak is too tough to chew , what's different with it?" I think for a minute , " and there aren't any clean towels in the linen closet. Mom , I don't think this work thing is working out. It's only been two days and everything is getting behind." As I sit in the car I start to chuckle on the inside. The steak is tough , no clean towels , and my daughter doesn't like me being so tired. Two years ago , we were worried if my husband , their dad , was going to live . Now , we are living so much , we notice the trivial stuff we couldn't even taste or see. I guess we are doing fine with that bit of change. I guess we have worked through alot.