Chapter 60

Harlow

By February, my life runs on app alerts, burp cloths, wedding spreadsheets, and a caffeine strategy that would probably get judged by better women.

I know mothers who love their kids and still text each other things like, if one more person asks whether I’m enjoying every second, I’m going to mail them a dirty bottle nipple and let God sort it out. That’s more useful anyway.

This morning st