I feel like a TERRIBLE person for doing this, but I dropped my mom off at that new adult daycare place again today. Like, I’m working two jobs you know? Just trying to keep everything together for my kids and bills and all that. And I gotta hit those numbers at work— my boss is on my butt about the quarterly review, you know how it is. But then I see her face when I leave, all… (I dunno, confused?) and I just feel like the WORST daughter. She really just wants to be home, I can tell. God, I HATE this feeling.