Time keeps on slipping.

It seems there is no time for anything anymore. Time for the kids, time to go grocery shopping, time to wash clothes, time to sleep. The culprit? Work. Luckily and very unluckily school starts this week. Luckily because it means all the work I've been doing is coming to a close. Most of the jobs are done or close to done and we are supposed to be cutting back hours. That's good. But now my kids are going back to school. Bella to first grade and Liam still gets to do some pre schooling. I had no time to take them anywhere or do anything extraordinary this summer. That is what the summer is for. To explore, to get away, to get out of dodge, baby. I didn't have that opportunity this summer. This was the summer of 60 hour work weeks. Of working seven Saturdays in a row. Of being so tired I couldn't even function as a parent. 

The last one was the worst because I already have a wife who trying her damnedest not to be a nonfunctioning parent but has no choice. I had a choice and mostly took the correct route but very regrettably didn't take it as much as I would have liked. Fatigue can do strange things to a person. It is a monster that takes away your personality. In some cases, your sanity. It takes away the things you enjoy the most. Interests you once loved are now a burden. Loved ones are just annoying bags of flesh that do nothing but irritate you no end. Fatigue robs you of yourself. 

But that's now over. I have two days before school starts. That means only two more days for long hours and then it's done. Back to normal hours. Back to normal life... Wait. That's not true. Not normal life but the life we accept until mid December when the chemo is done and over with when I have my wife back and healthy. Right. I'll be going back to a life with a cancer patient going through agonizing cramps coupled with dull soul crushing pain, but at least with proper sleep and more time to care of everybody a lot better. So it's a bit of a win.