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As hilarious and relatable as the tweet is, it touches on a deeper conversation resonating with exhausted moms everywhere.
“I’m not saying I love you, I’m not saying goodnight.”
Do I have the support? Do I have the space? Can I afford another $2,000/month in child care?
“It’s the huffing and puffing for me 😮💨”
A jaw-dropping 234 times—and that was just between 7 a.m. and 8 p.m.
Dressed in all pink and grinning like she didn’t just maybe scream for half the flight, Ava faces the line of passengers deplaning from their London to Atlanta journey.
“I’ve been doing full episodes for her, just as myself!”
“He has poop all over his back, so be prepared.”
“Being postpartum is the most sensitive time I’ve ever gone through in my life,” she said. “Learning a new version of myself is very difficult.”
Ms. Rachel knows the emotional weight we carry as parents, and she carries it too.
He scoops up the baby with that perfect combo of strength, care, and pure big brother energy.
Bolts. Crib slats. Absolute disassembly. It’s giving Tool Time meets IKEA After Dark. The only thing missing is a tiny hard hat.
