Who am I with kids?

I can now say with certainty I am evolutionarily wired for this. Perhaps not everyone is. But everything in me is designed to feel existential delight at each little fart, squeak, grunt, and sneeze that comes out of this child. Delight that is unrivalled by any successful day at work, fully shipped feature, long cathartic run, or Sunday morning but

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So much of who I was—my daily habits, my identifying clothing—had to get thrown away in making room to become a mother. What’s left of me is now sharing space with a little boy, and as a result, my mental capacity has been reduced from a decent three bed/two bath apartment to, at best, a little tenement studio. While the tight space creates some co

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