Full-time parent

This feels blasphemous, but I have to admit that I was not cut out to be a full-time parent. I adore Riley and think I do a half-decent job at parenting him 3-4 hours a day (an hour or two before work and two to three hours after work). He's a hoot and during those very precious hours I feel like I can't get enough of him.

But it turns out I can. As much as I love him, and as much as he cracks me up, I was feeling looney tunes after our recent 8 day "vacation" with the boy. Maybe I'm too old to chase after an active 1-year-old all day. Or maybe I'm a secret introvert who needs regular doses of alone time. Maybe I derive a significant high from the intellectual stimulation of my job and get deflated without it. I don't know what it is. But I know that if I take care of Riley full time for more than a few days in a row, I turn into a sad, exhausted grump.

So, for Riley's sake, mama's keeping her day job.