Last Sunday morning i was reading a thread and started replying to it, my son woke up and i had shut the page down and turn the laptop away from him. At that point for some reason i got a pit in my stomach. We are always telling the kids that they should be honest with us no matter how bad it is.( Well i guess i am not much of a role model) My first question to him was, what time are you working today? He tells me and know i am wondering if my daughter is working. Busting my brain to to figure if Maria could come out. I find out that i have 2 hours between one going and the other coming home. Not enough time for me, i want more. My wife tells me your brain must be tired, always asking the kids what there doing, always trying to find a way for Maria to come out. She goes on saying, always looking over your shoulder, every time the kids get close to Maria's things you panic, the fear that they will find something or when your finished, leaving something out. The disappointment when you find out one of the kids changed there shift and know Maria can,t come out. The patients waiting for them to go out, and not being able to dress whenever you want. Wow she said, it must be really worth it. It's like your mind is always working it's like your GRINDING GEARS. Well it's Sunday morning again, one week later just asked my son what time he's working, turned to my wife and i just said "yes it's worth it"