There’s a phase of life I call the Compression Zone. It looks something like this:
Kid #3 just arrived. Kid #2 is still in diapers and kid #1 is barely out of diapers. The day starts when one of ’em starts screaming at 3:45am and the sweet honey-dew of sleep is OVER.
Momma either stays at home, which means money is impossibly scarce, or momma goes to work and puts the kids in daycare, which means money is… impossibly scarce.
Everybody’s emotional tank is on “E” for Empty. Emotional support? What emotional support.