A Day of Rest

I just worked the past 3 days straight. Last night, when I got home, I was tired, then grumpy, then argumentative, then frustrated. Being away from my family for so long with only limited quality time has been tough. It's been tough on all of us I think.

I knew that working 12-hour shifts would be difficult when having a family, but I didn't know that I would feel estranged from my son. Last night, as I was holding Michael, I felt like I didn't really know him because I'd essentially missed the last 3 days of his life (that's 20% of his time out of the womb). I know this will go away as time goes by and I become accustomed to being at work so much and getting to know my son as his personality develops. I guess I was just frustrated because I feel like I'm missing out on so much.

Last night, Shannon, Michael and I slept together. We don't normally do this, but I felt the need because I just had to be physically closer to my son. This morning I woke up, regretting many of the presumptuous comments I made last night. But after I watered the garden, made some breakfast for my family and mother-in-law, and worshipped, I felt a lot better. This day has become a very nice day of rest for my family and I. ~Michael