My son has been sick for what feels like the 100th time this year. This round was probably the worst — a stomach bug, vomit all over our house (and us), multiple trips to the doctor. It was... pretty gross.

Now that he's finally feeling better, I’m sitting at my desk, trying to catch up on the work I missed or shuffled around — and honestly? I feel defeated. Worn down, once again, by life. It feels like if it’s not one thing, it’s always something else.