Back to work

My proper day back at work. As much as I am happy I'm also really angry with the situation being forced to go back because of money.I am disappointed at myself for being late home, to give my lovy his dinner, give him his bath, put pjs on and have cuddle quality time in bed before saying natti natt. 
I miss his smiles, and his sparkling big blue eyes and the sound of that sweet giggles. I can't help to roll my eyes and realise my thought has wondered of thinking that Boris
johnsson and David Cameron are some selfish human beings, and their crap politic has proven me that we all are part of a society where we are not equal. 
These 2 men, one with scruffy puppy look and the other unpredictable crocodile  
Are money wasters. They take money of us, do loads of cutting down in relevant sections to then go and spend money on hop on, hop off buss, speed train to birhmingham, new train for the olympics, the mention money they have spent is highly irritated, but the fact that the subways fares has gone up again is like a tsunami, a keep on wave, unstable where we all in the city is being effected. 
So all these cut downs...
What about the generation who just left school to get a further education with a degree on papers?  Intuition fees came and gave them all a hug. 
The message is saying to all us parents, your parenting job will only last 7 months and 2 weeks for dad after that your child/childrens developments- turning in to adult is on it's own to be shaped. You remember the book/film lord of the flies, and seriously our streets are already filled with all these lost flies/ children who has less parents connections.
Thinking about it, is the future of our children the acts of those characters in the book. In the book the kids gets rescued, whereas in the reality I don't think that will ever be the case. Its 2012, so far we reached 7 month paid maternity leave, 2 weeks for men.  Unlike other 'real' animals our infants needs to be cared about, We cant go selling them like we do with cats & dogs. Full stop. Their are some parents who shouldn't be parents and those that should, but a child is always in need for love, devotion even when they reach the age 28... 56...
I'm angry, I'm late home to show my child my devotion and love. He fell asleep hugging a teddy bear, that's the first time he has wanted the bear near him. I always put the bear next to him and put his arm around the bear, I ask the bear to keep my baby company and protect him from bad dreams. 
Let's hope my nanny who i pay to do my job, brings up a good boy. 
Who will I blame if he docent turn out to be a educated, well behaved, happy human being and above all has dreams to surf on?