It is very good to be home! I get to see my daughter's black eye from when she was hit by a softball on Tuesday. I can hear the coughs of three of them who are recovering from flu. My elder son's voice is breaking and he is becoming a real teenager.
I see how much they are all having to pull together to just keep the home running.
They are having to work hard to allow me to do what I am doing. It puts quite a lot of pressure on me to be sure that I am doing something worthwhile.