Amy
Life shifted quickly once I started night school and I could feel my days blurr as I spent long hours at the nurses’ station, then training sessions twice a week, and classes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday evening. It was low-key exhausting but I had no choice at all.
The housekeeper came twice a week, which helped, but still laundry piled up in the bathroom and dishes waited, Zim’s school notes scattered across the table sometimes unfinished. There were always things that slipped through my fingers and the hardest part was Zim. I tried to manage but sometimes I missed his school pick-up or drop-off. What a mom. The third time I forgot, guilt gnawed so deeply I thought I’d choke on it and that’s when I finally gave in to Ben’s offer. He started taking Zim home and then bringing
