I just feel like... I'm being pulled in a million directions, you know? Like, the kids need me constantly — soccer practice, help with homework (which, ugh, calculus? seriously?) and then there's my mom, way out in her cul-de-sac, just... waiting. She calls like three times a day sometimes, just to talk about her garden or the weather and I'm like, I'm trying to WRITE a paper here, for uni, deadlines are looming, but then I feel AWFUL for thinking that because she's all alone, and what if something happens and I'm too busy being, like, a student and a mom and just... me? It's too much.