I believed our family vacation with my husband and children would be a chance to rest and make happy memories together. I had no idea it would become the moment that changed everything for me.
There was a Cheerio stuck to the heel of my shoe that I’d been ignoring for 30 minutes. Somewhere behind me, my son Noah, five, was building a tower out of Tupperware, and his younger brother, Ben, three, was crying because their sister, Dorah, seven, wouldn’t let him hold the remote.
That was my Tuesday. That was pretty much how things went every day.
I was 40 years old, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d finished a cup of coffee while it was still hot.
Ben, three, was crying.
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My husband, Martin, worked long hours at the firm, and by the time he got home, I was usually running on fumes and dry shampoo. We loved each other. We just hadn’t been in the same room, awake, without a child between us, in what felt like years.
