I Fell Asleep at the Laundromat with My Baby After a Night Shift – When I Woke Up and Opened the Washer, I Was Frozen in Place
It was just after dawn when I dragged myself through the door of the laundromat, my seven-month-old daughter asleep in my arms and a bag of dirty clothes slung over my shoulder. I’d just finished another long night shift at the pharmacy — twelve hours on my feet, smiling at customers I barely saw, counting…