It gets easier.

Sometimes I just can't with how much I love these kids. We've been to hell and back together and these feelings run deep.

When you're a shiny new parent, somewhere around 48 to 72 hours in you realize that maybe it's not what you thought it'd be. The baby cries a lot. It's hard to nurse.  You're super emotional. You just want to sleep. It gets hard. Not like hard but really really hard.

Those first years test both your marriage and your sanity. Sometimes, they both fail you. Sometimes you fail them.

These years are a blur of messiness and tears and vomit now. Eventually, your kids become more independent and one day, you sleep in. Your kids pour their own bowls of cereal and quietly entertain themselves so you can sleep. It's magical, people.

Mamas in the midst of that early-years chaos, I promise it gets easier. I promise that one day soon, they'll sleep through the night. They will learn to wipe their bottoms on their own and put on their own bandaids and work the remote themselves. It gets easier.