If you bungle raising your children, I don't think whatever else you do matters very much.

Alone with my wine and my misery, I was convinced that life was composed of a string of "if only's" leading from one self-inflicted bungle to the next until at some point, one's final iteration of the excuse became one's final utterance, and one expired.

It's hard to be perfect It really is. I keep learning things after I've already bungled it.