My Sweet Baby

Having worked more hours for more days in a row than at any point since baby was born, I’m fatigued and feeling distant from my daughter. It’s nothing that a few days together back at home won’t take care of. Today I didn’t even have ten minutes of quality time with her, although she did ask to be hugged as I left the family dinner for a last stitch of work. I’m real clear that I’m not a workaholic dad, and that I’m not in grave danger of becoming one, either. Still, even playing the part for a single week has wreaked havoc on my sense of self. My sweet baby.