I used to believe exhaustion was the hardest part of raising six-month-old twins.
Then my husband packed a bag for a four-day fishing trip and left me alone with two screaming babies.
That evening, Lila was crying against my shoulder while Ivy kicked and wailed in her bouncer. A pot on the stove was nearly boiling dry, dirty bottles covered half the kitchen counter, and I could not remember the last time I had eaten a proper meal…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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