I am supposed to go home today!

After seven months away from home, I would love to go back. On the other hand, I did not want to leave because I knew I would certainly miss Baby Jason and worry about Becky having too much to handle all by herself. Last night around midnight I went downstairs to fetch baby's milk, Becky was still working on the computer. I asked her why didn't she go to bed when she could. That really upset her. "What do you think I am doing? I am working on what they pay me to do." Oops, wrong question, I guessed. I thought you are lucky that they pay you managing the condo. Being all in the family, they could have asked you to do it without pay. I still remember Daniel worked the whole first year in Houston without drawing any salary. Anyway, I was glad to get the chance to stay when Becky was especially busy at this time, trying to find new tenants for the soon vacant apartments. People usually came after work around 6:00 to 8:00pm, that is when we are usually extra busy, trying to finish cooking and feeding Nicole and the baby, then put Nicole to bed and try to get some dinner ourselves. So very often the food got all cold when we found time to eat it.