Guilt... its my birthright... June 2017

The last 14 months my work life has been crazy... starting a new program... trainings... long hours... getting yelled at and degraded by a contracted staff... during that time I was on edge, I didn't sleep much and my 16-17 year old daughter was basically raising herself... she got kidney stones while I was at a conference (I came back early), she got a concussion while I was driving home from a training in SLC.  She was texted I would be home late or woken up in the middle of the night with "I have to go to the emergency room" many times.  Luckily I raised an independent, strong, amazing daughter and luckily she supported me in a time where I was wracked with guilt...  She laughed as I drug my tired ass out of the house one more time in the middle of the night in crazy leggings and a sweatshirt... and usually no bra... she text me that she loved me, and she made excuses to her friends mom's when I didn't show up for things...  She stepped up when I needed her and she never made me feel more guilty than I already did... she loved me through the mess and chaos...