Before you get all panicked that it's another one of those articles that tells you to ignore the dishes until tomorrow because babies grow up to our sorrow let me reassure you: it’s not.
"I’m gross. I’m exhausted. If one more person touches me, I might lose it. I wonder if at some point it will seem easier to put in extra hours at work instead of coming home to an exhausted wife who seems to be barely holding it together?"
