A few months ago, my work schedule changed and I started working a lot more. Both of my kids really struggled with the transition. In general, I would see them for about an hour and a half in the morning (45 minutes of that being our commute to school) and I would get home (hopefully) in time for bedtime stories or at least snuggles for a few minutes. They would seek attention from me in the way that irritates me the most—bullying each other in the car during that cherished time together in the morning. I’d try to redirect and try again and again: “Let’s count tractors!” “Check out all the flooding along the river!” (Yes, we live in Idaho.)
