After my oldest turned 3 or 4, we moved back to iceland so that we could be a family. Not a woman taking care of three kids and this stranger who leaves before everyone gets up and comes home after all the miracles are asleep. I had a father like that and we never really became friends until I was in my thirties.
I can't let that happen, so if I never get back into the resaurant sadle, or if I only get back into it after a 15 year break, either way, I will have helped to raise my boys, not just provide the cash.
You can never, ever, get the time back. You turn around and they aren't babies anymore, I want to savor every minute. Except the ones that I fritter away on EF, of course, I mean really, get yer priorities straight. Sheesh.