It's late, and I'm tired, but...

Actually, it's not late at all, but I'm certainly tired; up since 4:30 in the morning, which is early even by my standards, and facing the end of a long day.

A few co-workers have asked me if it's not stressful being around kids all day, and then going home to...more kids. The answer to that is HELL YES. I don't really consider myself to be a social person; though people who really should know better have said in the past that I've got good social skills, that's more as a result of concious effort, more than anything natural. I have to work hard to appear at ease with people. As a result, when I don't have to be around them...I honestly would rather not BE around them.

But with two small children, that's sort of not an option. Why did I turn into a morning person? Cause that's the optimal balance of time and energy for me; I can be up before the little monsters, and still feel energetic and enthused about the day. If I were to defer things to the evening, all too often a long day of being nice would overwhelm that. It's hard to feel upbeat about the day when someone has kindly offered to cut your eyes out for keeping their kid after school hours, just cause they threw a desk at you.

So the point is, yeah, it's stressful. If you've got kids, and take a job with kids, better make sure you REALLY like kids. Or, are prepared to be up at some very, very odd hours, just to regain your sanity.

Giant Robots, keeping the nightshift alive, even when on the dayside.