People go into survival mode when their first kid is born. You're always telling yourself, we'll slug through it, we'll get past it, then our lives will go back to normal. You don't make an effort to acclimate yourself to the chaos, you just make do with MREs and Quonset huts and look forward to it being over.
Even four kids into it, I find myself thinking, Soon he'll read on his own. Soon she'll be able to wipe herself. Soon he'll learn to walk. I never want to factor in the next kid in line, who upon learning to walk will be unable to wipe himself. They just keep on a-coming, and I'm only 30, which is not that old when you think in CSPP's staggering terms.
I have to get out of survival mode and embrace chaos mode (no book endorsement here; they were terrible).