Facing down another long weekend with a baby and a sick toddler, and then another long weekend after that, there’s not only the worry over the toddler and the baby, because if you’re worrying about the toddler, why not the baby too? there is this feeling of, when are the people who help coming to help? When will I be relieved of this, when will I get to step away and use my brain or be myself? But then you remember that no one is coming. This is the job. These children are, in fact, yours, and again, this is the job, taking care of them. This sleepy nightmare and all of its screams and boredom and wet snacks are a part of the dream that you aggressively chased and Dreamt. No one’s coming, and really, if they were, would you want them to?