Stretched

Today marks a year since I became a Working Mother (TM). Now don't get all offended you stay at home mums, I'm not insinuating that you don't work, or have a rough time of it, cos I know. But working outside the home fulltime is a special kind of compromise. Not a day goes by I don't feel the pull.
However, I am also treated to something really quite wonderful when I get home from work; that tiptap of his slippers, or the padpad of his feet on the kitchen lino as he half runs to meet me.