“I’m not just tired, George! I feel like I’m completely failing Alan.”
He reached out, his touch tentative against my hand. “You are not failing him.”
“I am!” I cried. “I rushed his bedtime story tonight just so I could answer emails from my boss.”
“We have to work to provide for him,” George reasoned gently. “Daycare hours just aren’t covering our shifts.”
“I feel like I’m completely failing Alan.”