So.  I need to be real here.  I read this article a few days ago.  I read it because the first line caught my attention in a way that something must in order for me to give it more than three minutes of my time.  This.  As I read, I saw more lines that spoke volumes.  This one.  And, this one.  Some days, I feel like I've lost it. It, being my patience to get through one. more. minute. without crying or running away or screaming. Or doing all of the aforementioned.  My children are not terrible.  NOT even close.  They are precious. Jack, especially, is oh-so-loving. He is my little buddy. My shadow. My tag-along-pal. Ella is still smiley and squealy and snuggly.  Her chubby cheeks get kissed and caressed as often as she's awake.  But, they are 19 1/2 months and almost 7 months. They are little. They need me. A lot. And, it's exhausting. Physically and emotionally.  The Husband was released from lig