Around us, it felt like every other family was doing something. Different classes for different things — some tied to school, some more general, all meant to give kids some kind of head start. Other kids his age were already going somewhere every week for it. We weren't. I just didn't feel the pull to enroll him in any of it, even as it kept becoming the more common thing to do around us. For a while, that reluctance didn't feel settled at all. I'd watch other kids come back from these...

There's a specific kind of exhaustion I feel most days on my way home. Some of it is from work itself. But most of it is from what's waiting after it. I catch myself hoping, almost every evening, that today will be different. Quieter. Easier. I don't know why I keep expecting that, given how rarely it actually happens. But I do. Then I open the door, and it's the opposite. Complaints before I've even taken my shoes off. Shouting from one room or another. Something got broken, or he didn't...

Someone asked me recently what I do for fun. I paused. Not because I didn't understand the question. But because the answer took longer to arrive than it should have. I used to know immediately. There were things I looked forward to. Things that were just mine. Not useful. Not productive. Not for anyone else. Just things that made the week feel like it had something in it worth getting to. I can't tell you exactly when that changed. There was no moment. No decision. No morning I woke up and...