Last night, I cried.

Nah, it’s nothing serious (?). It’s just tears of exhaustion -and frustration, too.

Not much. Just trickles from my tear glands.

Coming home after 12 hours of work (for 2 days straight), I could barely move a muscle when I reached home. I wasn’t even able to change my clothes and eat dinner. I was already asleep even before my head hit the bed. And the saddest thing was, I dozed off with the voice of my son telling me “Mama, I want you” in the background.

That’s worth more than an apology to my son.