I don’t know how to tell you this, but this is what I have learned about parenting: Do the damn job.
There is no profound advice. There will be no great proclamation. The whole point of the job is just to do it. Diaper needs changing? Do the job. Does the baby try eating every cell phone cable. Do the job. (Move all the damn cables.) Need a crib? Order one in a million pieces with poorly written instructions. (It sucks. Put it together anyway. Do the job.)
This job is taxing, mentally and physically. You still do the job. My back is on fire. It’s 1:45AM, and I just finished working. That’s part of the job.
The whole job? Oh, that’s just — do the damn job.