Forgot the Milk

I’m a nurse in my 30s, but sometimes I slip into being that little girl who needs someone to take care of her. Today, while running errands for my DD dynamic with my caregiver, I got so caught up in the busy city streets and all the people around me that I forgot to get the milk we needed. It’s such a small thing, but when I returned home without it, there was this overwhelming feeling of guilt and disappointment, as if letting myself down broke some unspoken rule between us. I’m usually so diligent about these tasks, but today my mind wandered away from those responsibilities. I couldn’t help but feel like I let him down by being forgetful.