As I left for work this morning, I took one more glance at my youngest. He was sadly staring at me, watching me leave him—again.
I feel guilty because my addiction took from my enjoyment of parenting my first child. I feel guilty because even though now I have it together, for so long I did not.
I have been holding my friend to an unattainable standard of perfection based on the role she plays in my life.
It had been one of those days…you know the kind. I needed a break. The laundry would still be there, I needed ten minutes to just…stop.