IT'S NOT EASY COMING HOME LATE TO MY FAMILY

Yesterday, I came home to two eager people waiting to say hi. There they were enjoying the last summer days before the fall sneaks in and the leaves fall off the trees and old man winter whispers, Go 'f' yourself. Tonight, I didn't get home until 10:45pm and Conor was fast asleep and my wife was walking like a zombie from Dawn of the Dead. She kissed me hello and shuffled off to bed. On days like these, I feel like I lost a day i'll never get back with my son or my wife. But I maybe I'm just being overly dramatic. I'll let you know five years from now.

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