You think yer doin so good...
And then you screw it up...
I was doing so good at work.
At the end of the day. I messed it up.
Soon after Dad came to see my office.
And met my boss.
It was ...awkward...
Got a call from Minnie at work.
"Come cook dinner for me I'm tired of all these contractions beating me up."
So I went over and cooked dinner. Sigh. Still feel defeated.
These days just seem to get longer and longer.
The little bit of sleep isn't enough anymore.
Sleeping off the pain has never worked.