On the outside, I’m 26. I may be a little frazzled, but I’m smiling and keeping it together. However on the inside: my 14 year old as melodramatically declared “I hate everything” and flopped onto the couch. My 42 year old self is telling me “it could be worse” and calculating days until retirement. And my precious 8 year old is singing happy tunes, blissfully unaware.