I imagined I had nothing to say, but found myself collecting ideas and starting conversations, excited for the family to unite at day’s end. What will elicit a smile or generate laughter? 5:00 brings, instead, frowns and protests. Expectations unmet, my unimpressive agenda sinks under the weight of stress and moods and frenetic activity. Even I don’t know why I bother speaking or what of my experience is relevant. It isn’t enough to simply cause no harm, my progress must be exponential to make a difference for my family.