I got home today about 6:10, just in time for DW to hop out to Body Pump. The kids were excited to see me. Big Brother greeted me, and then asked "Can we go fishing?" He talked about what kind of fish he wanted to catch (big), where he wanted to fish (the pond, no the ocean, no the pond). He was giddy with anticipation.
By the time we got done with dinner, we had maybe 20 minutes before it was time to take a bath. No fishing tonight. As I was telling him that we'd fish tomorrow or Friday, "Cat's in the Cradle" was playing in my head. He cried hysterically for about 15 of the 20 minutes we had.
Most nights, I get home and get to spend 20-40 minutes with the kids. Even then, I'm not really always in the right mindset. I tend not to be able to leave work at work these days.
This is not the kind of father I want to be.