Mondays are bad enough. It’s been a long few weeks.  I’ve been working 70-80 hours a week for my job and a secondary client.  I think this is manageable. 

My oldest daughter has ringworm or scabies.  Drs can’t seem to figure it out, she’s itchy as hell and has horrible looking skin. I know what this means for a 17 yr girl.  Last night it was 15 mins crying uncontrollably in the shower. 

My second daughter is fighting depression and fatigue and health issues while trying to maintain her position as a college/scouted  athlete. 

My my son is 6 and testing our patience with behavior that we should find amusing but aren’t. 

My wife’s aunt was killed in a violent bus crash and now will need to trace to the east coast for this very overwhelmingly emotional service. 

My wife is attempting to change jobs and there’s a lot of fear there as she has an outstanding job.  

All of this weighs on me of not providing enough or being supportive enough.  But I don’t drink. I come here and share and say “I’m having a difficult time.”

We can all do this together.