You are my barometer.
Yesterday and today, I didn’t want to be around you.
I wanted a break.
You’ve been at daycare most of the week!
Your dad is here to help.
Don’t I want to be with you?
I feel like you steal time away from me.
Steal opportunities from me.
Steal peace from me.
To browse a store.
To capture a moment in a gallery.
To be at peace, flicking a page in a novel.
I know now.
As I learn over and over and over again.
These are simply things.
I have not given myself.
And I really truly need to.
So I can come home to you.