I almost cried because the printer jammed

Dear Delyara, Of course it jammed exactly when the child needed something “urgently” and only remembered it late. I fixed it. I always do. But inside I could feel how thin I’d become. It wasn’t the printer. It was the timing, the assumption, the fact that the house keeps turning last-minute stress into my body. I hate how many evenings are held together by me pretending not to be as close to tears as I actually am.