It's been a tough week for me. For a lot of reasons I won't get into here, but suffice to say I'm struggling. The other night, when there was a brief moment of respite in between all the kids trying to out-shout and out-cry each other, I looked at my partner and said, "Good Lord, when does it get easier?"
Unfortunately, he didn't have an answer for me. And I keep replaying that question in my head. I remember asking it so desperately when the twins were babies. "When does it get easier?" It's a question I hear now from the new parents I work with, and clearly I haven't found a satisfactory answer because I'm still asking it.