I dragged myself to the laundromat after a night shift, Willow, my seven-month-old daughter, asleep in my arms. Exhaustion hit me so hard that I fell asleep while the washer ran. When I woke up, my laundry was folded perfectly—but what I saw inside the washer made my hands shake.
I work at a pharmacy and often tell myself I’m on “day shift” just to get through the week. But the reality is harsher. When coworkers call in sick or the store is short-staffed, I take any shift I can get. The extra pay keeps baby formula, diapers, and necessities from turning into “maybe next week.”
