Every item of clothing we own is covered in spit up or urine or explosive baby poop. The house smells of dirty diapers and I have no clean underwear. We haven't slept through the night in years. The other day, I hired a babysitter so I could take a nap. We missed the Irish twin cutoff by 2 months, and I'm thinking we should put this baby-making thing on hold. Our new normal is messy and smelly and exhausting. It's everything I dreamed it would be.
