The work that feeds me (literally)

Pull on those boots

I didn't think I would make it out of bed this morning. It was one of those days where I felt like my whole body was made out of rocks. Everything was heavy, and I was exhausted.

Having children, especially suicidally destructive ones, doesn't allow for the luxury to linger. Upon hearing the first crash and a baby muttering, "uh oh," I had to shoehorn myself out from under the covers. There wasn't enough coffee for whatever was going on.