She has a stuffed up nose, swollen eyes from crying, and a pale face; she looks up and smiles because she’s happy I’m home…and I know where my heart is.
I think why did I go out for the evening?
The inner conflict is amazing – I need an occasional night out to rejuvenate, and while I’m out I want to be home. When I’m home I want to have a little time to myself, and when I have time to myself I’m thinking about what else I can do for the kids. Around and around I go.