I forgot to send a note saying that Sam was going to get picked up from school...that he was not to ride the bus.
I didn't bring something for Sam to drink in the car on the ride home.
Upon arriving home, I was screamed at..."I want DADDY!"
I asked him how to fix it and he said, "Just leave me alone." He stormed up to his room and slammed the door.
And it all came crashing down on me...all the failure...all the inadequacy...all that facade I've so carefully built over the last five years...
I haven't cried like that in quite a while.
But the self-indulgence of a good cry was cut short by the call of the dirty laundry and the knowledge that I needed to feed Sam a snack before soccer practice.
Maybe I can redeem myself and end the day with a passing grade...a D is good enough, right?