« We just need a better schedule, Avril, » he replied, rubbing his exhausted eyes. « We just need to optimize our time. »
The word optimize stung.
« A schedule? » I scoffed. « I slept two hours last night! »
He slumped back against the counter. « I know you’re tired. I’m tired too. »
« I slept two hours last night! »
« I’m not just tired, George! I feel like I’m completely failing Alan. »
He reached out, his touch tentative against my hand. « You are not failing him. »
« I am! » I cried. « I rushed his bedtime story tonight just so I could answer emails from my boss. »
« We have to work to provide for him, » George reasoned gently. « Daycare hours just aren’t covering our shifts. »
« I feel like I’m completely failing Alan. »
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