Sometimes I want more...
I want Saturdays and laughter and bike rides and road trips and I stop dreaming and begin planning...
But then I'm reminded that survival is my job and I put my shoulder to the grindstone once again.
I'm reminded that it is not a job for one and the cost may be my definition of success.
I'm not equipped to handle the emotional mine field that is raising teenagers 😔.
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