I slip into my new daily uniform — workout pants, sports bra, and t-shirt. I examine myself in the mirror. Even if the only people seeing me are my family and the chiropractor, I still need to look presentable. I don’t need to look good, just slightly better than when I rolled out of bed. …

I wake up. My head hurts. No matter what I do, I don’t sleep well. The days have begun to blur together. The kids are downstairs fighting. I look at Dave, still slumbering next to me, and decide to be nice. I will be the one to make the coffee this morning. It’s been 3 …