“The baby didn’t stop screaming, and I couldn’t even think of washing the dishes or putting up supper. I had to push myself to smear peanut butter on a slice of bread for my toddler and four year old. I kept telling myself, ‘the lady’s coming at two, the lady’s coming at two.’ When she walked in, she sent me straight to bed – and by four o’clock, the house was clean, the kids were fed, and there was a soup simmering on the stove.”