I remember this one time, my youngest’s fifth birthday party, you know? House full of screaming kids, that awful bouncy castle music, and I just… locked myself in the bathroom. Sat on the toilet lid, just trying to stifle this ridiculous sobbing, feeling like such a failure because I couldn't even keep it together for a kid's party. Like, I’d handled cutthroat budget negotiations, presented to the board after pulling all-nighters, but a house full of tiny humans and I just crumble. What kind of person is that, honestly? I mean, I still feel a little ashamed even thinking about it now.