This piece on Mommy Mail really sums up my sentiments precisely.
I hate syrup. I am not a martyr. I still have dreams. And sometimes I sneak away to where nobody will disturb me (read bathroom) so I can read whatever I want, leaving my boyfriend, or sister, or mother-in-law to tend to baby's needs and/or demands.
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