enslaved

Last week was the first week in a while that I worked a normal amount of hours. The three weeks prior I work just over 50 hours each week. I go to bed early and get up at 5:30 to watch my son. I have had less personal time than I spend driving to and from work each day. I haven't even been able to keep up with other blogs.


I feel enslaved.

No, I feed sad. I think/judge/believe that I am enslaved in my life.

I never realized the freedom I had; the leisure time I had. What did I do with it? How badly do I want it back? What would I do to get it back?