What an awful week. I'm supposed to be cutting down at work and I am now working 6 days this week. Yesterday was supposed to be my day off and I was almost out the door to go to a friends house when work called. One of the girls called in sick and they were desperate. I know how busy it is, so I said I'd come in. Blake was very upset and crying that I had to go and we couldn't go play at his friends house. How do you explain to a child that "mommy has to go to work". I didn't HAVE to go, I chose to go and I don't know why I did. So now I don't have a day off this week and I'm hardly going to see my family. It sure makes you realize that you have to cherish the time you do have with them. I feel awful, I love my job and what I do, but sometimes I feel as if it is taking priority in my life. I thought I had a good balance with home and work, but I'm beginning to wonder. Maybe I'm just having a bad day.