help when the budget allowed, and began taking family holidays.
From the outside, our life looked successful.
Inside, I was often so tired that I forgot what day it was.
I loved my children. That was never the question.
The question was why loving them had required me to disappear.
Eleven Children and One Exhausted Woman
By the time I was forty-five, I had learned to operate on very little sleep.
I could prepare dinner while helping three children with homework, settle an argument between siblings, answer a call from
