Confession: taking care of a sick toddler and a newborn while working eight hours at home on my "maternity leave" makes me want to cry (or do shots like a 21 year-old) but instead I'm eating Joe-joe's and trying to explain to my toddler that she doesn't have to cry because she is tired she can just go to sleep

Want to join my pity party? I'll bring the Joe-joe's.