I often have days where I want to stop. Stop. Give up. Quit. Throw in the towel, give up my seat. Give away. You know?

Today was one of those days. I didn’t have enough. Enough people, enough money, enough time, enough energy. I felt like I was messing up around every corner. And it was the busiest day. That made everything worse.

I stopped to do something and someone needed me. I had lines I had to shorten, and not enough people to shorten them. Get them down and they filled back up. Thought about doing something that I needed to do, I got pulled away.

I feel like a failure.

I feel like I’ve let everyone down.

Struggle. Struggle. Struggle.

When does it stop? When can I stop?

But now I’m home, two hours after my shift should have ended I’m crawling into bed. Next to my sweet one. My heart. My sunshine. She’s asleep but I can snuggle.

Snuggle snuggle snuggle.

And for a few hours I can pretend all is right with the world.

Because I did something right with her.