I open the front door to me and my wife's three bedroom home- bought it years ago for real cheap and saved every penny to make it our own. but- the once peaceful space was quickly turned into a mess. dirty clothes, mud stains, shoes, socks, anything you can name was not in it's place. I stepped into the foyer of the house, kicking my dirty work boots off and trudging up the carpeted steps. I can smell burnt food, and hear our four month son crying. he's laying in his pack-n-play in the living room, while you're making dinner- well...burning it to be more specific.

I know you're stressed- i'm trying to help you...but with my job it's hard. I can get called in at any time of the day- or night. I work late a lot, and I know you get stressed and burned out aloud...and your postpartum makes it worse