I was working late last night to beat some deadlines on my VA job, my son was still awake and playing with his toys. He would interrupt me from time to time, asking if I could fix his toy or if I could play hide and seek with him. I said to wait for a while because I am working. He said, "I don't want you to work, it is already bedtime." Just like that, I stopped with what I was doing. I was scolded by my own son. I was left thinking, why do I tire my ass off when I really don't need to. Pangs of guilt. I am shifting gears but I forgot to fasten my son's seat belt.
Guilty feelings kill me, especially when it involves my beloved son.