I've always said that having kids has been the worst hell and the best heaven in my entire existence. Right now, it's the former.
That is not to suggest that it's the actual child that's causing the hell, so much as my intense and equally impotent desire to lift any weight, destroy any life, run any distance, do anything to help my wailing 6-month-old feel better.
Mortality sucks.
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