I spent last week at the beach with my family. We had a great week, and as a souvenir, I brought back the realization that I am old.
My father used to drag us back from our vacations a day or two early. He’d just announce that we were leaving early and that was that. Definitely a killjoy move, and not one I’m willing to make, but I am starting to understand his motivation. By the end of our week, I wanted my own bed and the larger space of our house so that my precious little family whom I adore wouldn’t be in my face 24/7. I wasn’t eager to return to work, but I did miss my office and the unwritten rule of my closed door: “Mom is working; go entertain yourselves.”
Does this make me a bad person?