I'm not sure though, if my being home makes it easier for him. Sometimes he comes to sit on my lap while I type. Then I have to tell him that he can't disturb mummy yet.
I try to make up for this by reading him chapters of Prince Caspian at night and putting him to bed after that. But I know these are not enough...
One night when I felt all the physical and mental fatigue from all the writing and reading, I hugged him in bed, and said, "You know what, anak, I miss you soooo much."
He looked up to me and said, "Why?" with a tone that makes me want to laugh at myself for being nuts--Oo nga naman, why would I miss him when I've been home for days?
Still, I wanted him to know, "I miss you because I've been working and working and working. I don't even have the time to play with you."
He looked up to me again, and said with such sweetness, " I miss you, too."
Remember what those moms say about forgetting how tired they are whenever they see their kids?
That's it. That's what those words felt like.