I don’t play the “how long was your labor” game with other moms. I’m content allowing myself to do what mothers are supposed to do. Forget the bad and remember the good. I will play you a game of “my child is a terrible sleeper” anytime. For example, MY 2-year-old was saying “Thank you” over and over over again, into a toy microphone with a rubber band inside that makes voices seem louder. Did I mention this performance took place at 2 in the morning? Or that his crib is next to our bed? That may not be the best hand played today, but it’s at least worthy of some consolation caffeine.