One of the bigger pains of my 9-5 is that sometimes it's not so 9-5. I generally work about 4 weekends a year, which I realise isn't a big portion of time. But it's all bunched together in the winter and spring. And it's long, exhausting days, starting very early.
This is one of those weekends. And I miss my Little Boo.
He started back at swimming lessons and music lessons yesterday, and Hubs got to bring him (he would say "had" to bring him). I missed meeting his new swim instructor and checking out how she interacts with the kids. (Music is the same teacher, but I still wanted to go say hi.)
More generally, since I work outside the home, the weekends are the only time I get to really do fun activities with him. And I feel guilt missing out on that time.
When I get home he is quite clingy and lovey, which is sweet, but lets me know he missed me too during the day, and that makes me sad.
Next weekend I'll plan a special treat outing for us. Maybe the Zoo? The Science Centre? I'll ask him what he thinks.