But this morning when my oldest was in school and my wife had gone out for groceries, it was just me and my son at home. I work midnights and, admittedly, I've made a habit of coming home and drinking a little too much in the morning. I was in my room reading when my boy wakes up. I hear his little feet in the hallway, and he busts into my room with a big, "Morning dad! Watchu dooding? (What are you doing?)" I show him my book. "Oh, you weeding? (You're reading?) That's nice, dad." He went on about his business, playing with his little Mario plushies and I made him breakfast. Despite everything weighing on me right now, I know I'm a winner. Whatever comes tomorrow, fine. Because I know i won today. Hang in there, guys. It gets easier. 💙