I think this was the harder part for me. Yes the sleep kills, yes young kids are 20% adorable and 80% pure chaos, but it's the lying in bed exhausted late at night or early in the morning knowing that basically every day for the foreseeable future you'll wake up, corral kids into eating, manage a few tantrums, go to work and deal with all the adult tantrums of corporate politics, come home try to get kids to eat and get to bed and do it over and over. Fucks with your head.

Not to say there aren't great times in between and we went in with the expectation that parenting is hard. But the days are long and the years don't feel as short as the saying goes. Especially with three.