I Figured it Out

Ever since the time change last week, I've been all fucked up. Who would think that one hour time difference would wreck me so much? I used to do shift work damnit! I used to work 12-hour nights and then switch back to a regular sleep schedule. Jet lag when I come back from Asia doesn't affect me as much as this 1-frickin-hour time change did. Every night I ended up going to sleep at 2am and every morning I have to wake up at 6:30am. No wonder I've been so exhausted all week.

Quality Time

Celia often works on weekends. I could probably count on one hand how many weekends she's had off in the past year (Saturday and Sunday). What this usually means to me is that I'm home alone with the kids. I have to feed them, entertain them, clean them, and/or put them to bed. I'm not saying this is a bad thing, but it is tiring. The nice thing about this is that I can have some real quality time with them. I don't get to play with them much on weekdays because it's all business when I get home: prepare dinner, feed, clean up, bathe, bedtime. It's nice to spend the day to just play with them.