I’m just… I’m so tired of trying to get some agency in here. My dad, bless his heart, he’s getting worse and I’m two states away, busting my ass at two jobs while my kids are off at college and this house feels like a goddamn tomb. And the home health aids? It’s a joke, they show up late, don’t show up, and I’m scrambling to cover shifts from a thousand miles away, on the phone between closing a sale and picking up groceries because my husband barely notices I exist anymore. We pretend we're so advanced, but when it comes down to it, us humans are still just scrambling to keep the plates spinning, hoping none of them CRASH.