Some days are harder than others.
Some days my kids give me a hard time (I won’t even bother with the specifics just say it involves escapes out the window and lots of yelling and that’s not my teenager I’m talking about).
Some days I don’t feel like I did my best at my job — too rushed, not creative enough.
Some days I feel like packing it all in.
And some days I get scans of one of my oldest friends, his beautiful wife, and their blessed almost one year boy. And then its OK.