I spend a good chunk of my day either bordering, experiencing, or recovering from tears. On days like today, when I feel, somehow, extra tired, it feels like a constant battle not to yell and cry half the day long.
And yet my husband comes home and instantly – and this always happens – has our daughter happily yelling and giggling and full-on laughing for the whole time they spend together before whatever comes next. I don’t know that she giggled like that even once with me today.
While it’s adorable to witness them having such fun together, it also has me doubt myself immensely, considering that I might be doing an awful job parenting.
And maybe I am. I’m beyond exhausted, and not in a cute, good way. In a miserable way. I literally need some sleep and a rest from near-constant overwhelm every single day, all day and all throughout the night.
Post-a-day 2026
