It's weeks like this that find me wondering what I was grousing about before--you know, way back when, back in those days of pillowy luxury, those days when I had just the one all-consuming baby to suck up every spare cycle in my distracted brain, every spare scintilla of my limited energy.
I asked for it. I did. I asked for it, I asked for it, I asked for it. And I don't regret it. I couldn't ever regret Joshua, my ebullient boy, with his fuzzy head and cockamamie grin. But, shit, two is hard. Hard hard.
How do people do this? How do they make it work? What is the secret? For fuck's sake, even my barmy mother managed to raise three of us, and without the resources or conveniences I'm enjoying in this modern age.
Seriously, dear friends in the computer: How?