All the Things All at Once, and a Ride On the Mom-Guilt Bus
Until last night, I hadn’t slept in a week. I hadn’t showered in days. My house was a disaster, and that’s putting it lightly. Somehow, I have found myself in the midst of sleep training (again), weaning (again), teething (again), a horrific diaper rash, and as an added bonus, my dryer broke. All converging at once into a groundhog’s day of living hell. I was on the verge of collapse. I had to have sleep. …