They say having a second child more than doubles the work, and I think there's a lot of truth to that. Now two-months-old, A is an angel baby, sleeping through the night (mostly) and hardly ever crying. Yet we're exhausted, short-tempered and not nearly as nice to each other as we should be.So when I'm fed up with bedtime battles, sour spit-up down my cleavage, endless laundry, dinner dishes and a husband who's short on sweet words himself, I focus on this. Those fleeting moments of sisterly love that make me feel like our family of four is perfectly complete.
