I never discuss my job with my kids. I’m disappointed that I did today. I was at my wit’s end.
My thirteen year old son is upbeat when I arrive home from work. He says, “How was your day Mom?” I say, “Not so great. It involved a dead baby.”
My son says, “I’m so sorry Mom. Other than a dead baby did you have an okay day?”
I laughed. Then I felt guilty for laughing.