Those words have haunting my life recently. Rush and (think) fast become main and supple. I thought when I just passed those two years, I would say goodbye to them, but unfortunately I wouldn't. Oh gosh, doing my works, not included other "side-jobs", had made my 24-hours never enough. Not saying the-most-important-duty as a mother. Leaving my daughter at home till night creates a guilty-feeling inside. Seeing her sleeping while I get home tores my heart apart. Reading her messages begging me to come home earlier pushes my brain into an off-mode.
For sure, I don't have enough quantity of time for my family and that's why I started to think about my quality of time.
And how could that happen?
