Gah, here I am again, waiting to get the other 2 kids. One home and watching TV. I already put in a productive day at work. And I am craving that cold beer sitting in the fridge next to the milk hat I just put away for my son. Or a screwdriver over ice, as I sit and bask in the sun. It’s killing me! I know I can’t do this forever, I feel so defeated and weak. My kids deserve better, my family deserve better, but I know I just can’t do it