To illustrate the seriousness of my (self perceived) inability to cope with the kids, I still think about adopting them out.
I hope I can find this funny one day. I think it would involve forgetting how hard it was to be this tired.
I would choose the pain of scores of labours over this endless fatigue with no hesitation. Women who find labour to be the physically difficult part are SO LUCKY.
Why adopt out when you can sell and make a tidy profit?