Morning light streamed through my bedroom windows as I woke to the alarm. I snuggled deeper into the pillow, stealing minutes from my morning routine. A typical weekday of schooling kids, household tasks, writing and taxiing kids lay ahead. The kind of day I loved. Yet as I slowly wakened, my thoughts darkened like gathering clouds. My day thoughts became overshadowed with accusations: Look at how you’re failing your kids. You’re so behind on paperwork. Why can’t you do better? Your writing doesn’t matter. Why do you even bother? I’d been awake less than 10 minutes and already the enemy