Aha! Welcome back, my old “friend”: Guilt.
I prepare to go on holiday with my wife for nearly two weeks. My sons are staying at home with their mother (not my wife) with whom they live. I’ll go away with them after I get back.
Being an absent Dad, I’m riddled with guilt, no more than when the summer holidays come and I leave my boys.
Sometimes, I feel like holidays are something to be got through.