I’m very happy that my “fragile personal victories” will not “be upended by the ratcheted-up expectations of modern motherhood” because I have no idea what these expectations are. Thankfully, the hospital where I gave birth to Klara forgot to provide me with the list, and I can continue existing in happy cluelessness. On the negative side, I have lost yet another opportunity to feel deliciously sorry for myself as I fail to meet any of these imaginary expectations.
God, why don’t people go do something instead of coming up with this sorry crap.

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