I've had some rough times here and there in the past. But all in all my life is freaking awesome.
But last night, when my alarm went off at 3 a.m. so I could check on my son, and I stumbled to his door and just stood there smelling the pee and dreading waking him up to clean up, I just couldn't take it.
I felt utter and complete despair.
I just couldn't even imagine how I could keep this all up.
Then I woke him up, helped him clean up and change his sheets, crawled back to my own bed and overslept this morning.
And life goes on. And despair passes. And I have no choice but to keep this all up.
And my life is still freaking awesome.