The good news is that lots of people read yesterday’s pity party post about how I miss my family (don’t go looking for it, I put it back into draft mode so I can reflect on it for a few days).
The bad news is that some of those folks who read it are my coworkers.
Look, I miss my family. Being separated sucks. But sometimes making a decision and moving forward and discovering that it was the wrong decision is better than dithering endlessly and not making a decision at all. That’s what we did, and right now, I feel like it was probably a more right than wrong choice. Probably.
Just stop asking me if I miss the kids.
Yes. Yes I miss them.