Raising a child is…
Being afraid to go to sleep cause you know the kid is going to wake up as soon as you start to drift off.
Googling poop.
Getting peed on. And pooped on. And puked on. Repeatedly.
100 loads of laundry to get the aforementioned, pee or poop or puke out of your clothes or the kid’s clothes or the bed sheets.
Checking for the 100th time that the kid is still breathing.
Falling in love with a chubby, short, toothless human who doesn’t speak any English.
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