When my son was born, I decided I wasn't really into working 12 hours a day. That slowed me down a little bit.
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When the children were very small, I worked in the morning only, and then gradually, as they spent full days at school, I could spend full days at work.
I think, like every working parent, I sometimes feel that there are not enough hours in the day. But overall, I'm very fortunate that my job has a lot of flexibility. I spend a lot of time with the kids, just around the house.
I worked so much when my first son was born that I missed a lot.
As I recall, my life as a child was so all-consuming that I barely had time to consider the future.
I was always made to work at a very early age. I finished school at 4 P.M. and by 5 P.M. I was working. It was seven days a week.
My mother was a pediatrician, and she kept busy hours. I learned from her you could pack a lot into the day. Every minute had to count, and multitasking was a given.
Working 14 hours a day until you're 55 and missing your kids growing up is not what I would consider a recipe for happiness.
I took a long time off to have my baby and spend time with my family.
While in my late teens and in my 20s, I worked seven days a week, 20 hours a day. I worked my tail off.
My mother raised three children on her own and my dad was a doctor working 16 hours a day.
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