Not to mention what a massive mood killer it was when my husband wanted to get close to me. Insert me wiping snot off my husbands face after going in for a kiss.
My house was a mess and nobody had clean socks. Something had to give. I weighed my options. On the one hand I adored my kids, but they were so needy, smelled like play-doh, and had crusty fishy crackers in their hair.