Today I failed. A grande fail, made bigger by the fact that it wasn’t just myself I let down but my precious child. As I type this I can feel the deep sadness welling up inside of me, like I’ve swallowed all the clouds in the winter sky and can’t keep them down. The feeling starts at my navel, rises to fill my rib cage, expanding my throat and into my mouth. I part my lips and a puff of despair seeps out. I place my hand over my mouth to keep it in as not to disrupt the woman