Need to Move....Right?

Grant is in soccer.  I missed his first few games because I am a terrible mother who makes commitments to people who aren't family members and then honors them at the cost of her own babies.


I saw Grant's game today.  He scored the first goal.  He's kind of a ball hog, and an exhaustive forward, but his focus kind of evaporates when he has to play defense.  Is this regular 10 year old boy stuff, or ADD?  Doesn't actually matter that much.  When he's out for a break, he paces and cheers his team on.  Today, a dear friend of ours was playing on the opposing team.  It made me super happy to see the boys play hard against each other, but still shout encouragement when not directly engaged.


Abbie had a great time playing with the rest of the friend's family.  We love them.  I hid under an umbrella, because I am skilled at burning through 2 kinds of high SPF sunscreen, and there was no cover.  Game was fun.


Other stuff...less fun.


Husband sits on the couch in the living room most days and checks email or plays games on his IPAD anytime he isn't eating.  I don't approve of teaching the kids that anytime you don't have something else to do, you should sit and play computer games and ignore those around you.  He says I'm the same because my chair is in front of MY computer, and I play music.  But I don't see it that way, because I'm playing the music for them.  It's a fair argument, though.


I just hate that I don't come home Tuesday and Thursday, and on Monday and Friday I don't get home until after 6.  (Wednesday is music lesson day, when I get off work at 2, drive 45 minutes to get the kids, pick them up, and drive 30 minutes back over the same roads, have lessons, and then drive back home.)  And he knows that saying that I'm never here for the kids will hurt.


It did.


Parent teacher conferences are coming at the end of next month.  I'm going to them.  Even though I have to take off work with no pay, and Husband could just "work" from home.


If we moved....I would get home earlier.  Would that help me not feel like this?  They would be in better schools.  Would I worry less?  Would it help?