I forgot to answer my friend all day

Dear Delyara, I saw the message in the morning and thought, I’ll answer in a minute. Then work, one child, then another, then dinner, then forms, then the dog, then the kitchen, then my own tiredness swallowed the rest of the evening whole. By the time I looked again, it was late enough to feel rude and emotionally expensive. So I wrote back with one of those smaller messages people send when the larger truth feels too tired to explain. Sorry, long day. It was true. It was also not enough. I hate how often the people I love get the leftovers of my attention after life has already eaten the best part of me.