I’m sipping a martini at my favorite hotspot with one of my favorite girlfriends. She’s a stressed out mess. “I’m worn out, Randy,” she wails, “and things a slipping through the cracks.” My friend is a successful businesswoman, a devoted wife, and a loving mother.
“I don’t know how you do it all.” I sympathize.
“I don’t,” she replied. “I have to slight something or someone, and it’s usually me.”