Mile one: “Oh my God, the babies didn’t stop crying for the last hour and a half.”
Mile two: “I need to buy diapers, what am I going to make for dinner, there’s baby food stuck in the carpet, what am I going to do?”
Mile three and four: “All of a sudden the business and the high energy of that day to day life with young children, it starts to quiet down.”
Mile five: “It’s just quiet, there’s nothing.”
Mile six: “Oh shit, my husband died.”