Every word resonates. The worst part is, like every other stage, it’s over in a blink, and instead of feeling the relief of surviving the babysitter stage, you just kind of sit and look at your husband, realizing….what? You’re still recovering; your kids need you as much as ever; you’re still tagging each other in; self-care is still few and far between; a decade and a pandemic later, the world is still not supporting parents, and on and on. Great read.