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I was standing in my laundry room on Tuesday, elbow-deep in a pile of spit-up stained onesies, when my phone completely melted down with contradictory advice about leaving my kids. My mom called first, full of anxiety, telling me I...

Dear Sarah from last November, You're currently sitting at your mother-in-law's dining room table. It's exactly 3:14 PM on a Tuesday, and you're wearing those grey Target sweatpants that have a mysterious bleach stain on the left knee from when...