My morning sucked. I got to work and just started crying?? Like my dad said “you have 20 cheesecakes to bake today” and I burst into tears

But my dad is an amazing boss that I don’t deserve and sent me home early. Handled half the bake himself with only one other employee to look after the customers

Now I’m chilling in bed, savouring the time alone until my house is full of toddlers again, and hoping my dad will take a lunch break and not work himself to death