What they failed to mention was the never-ending stream of illnesses and diseases I would inevitably contract from the little germ factories. Of course, I love my babies and I wouldn’t have it any other way, but if I make it to their high school graduation without winding up in some sort of institution I will be very surprised. Most of the time the illnesses are minor: colds, flus, rashes, pink eye. They’re nothing a little sleep and antibiotics can’t cure. However, there are a few, more subtle, disorders I have developed since having children that are not so easy to treat*.
Call Me Crazy
