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I was halfway through a tepid cup of Earl Grey when I saw it happening in slow motion. Twin A, my slightly more chaotic two-year-old, was attempting to swing her leg over a visiting twelve-week-old sausage dog like she was...

Let me tell you about what NOT to do when you step on something sharp and calcified barefoot in your kitchen at six in the morning. Don't immediately assume your four-year-old somehow sleepwalked, knocked his face on the counter, and...

I was sitting flat on the cold kitchen linoleum at three in the morning, nursing a highly irritable four-month-old on my left side, while a ten-week-old golden retriever mix actively tried to swallow the fuzzy pom-pom off my right slipper....

The glare from my phone screen was absolutely blinding at 2:13 in the morning while I was trapped under thirty-two pounds of sleeping toddler and nursing my newest arrival in our creaky nursery glider. I was just trying to do...