Other Than A Dead Baby I’m Good

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.

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