too blue look at my schedule and tell me
about my choices.
Until the last few years or so,
I basically slaved away for my clients's benefit, returning home after everyone went to bed, being disgusted that I missed the recitals and what not.
Recently, I've just told the missus I want to help, and we may have to make do with less. She's accepted the help, but not too keen on the making do with less.
Some of our professions are jealous and don't let us do fun things such as help our kids. That's why being a lawyer can suck.
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