Help Is On the Way

by Mindy Kaling

“Never complain, never explain” is the old saying, and my mother completely embodied it. Me, on the other hand? I love complaining.

I told her I was not a screamer, and that my vibe was more passive-aggressive sighing.

It was maddening to be home all day with no one except an infant who was mostly sleepy and whose eyes could only discern me as a blob, especially since being perceived as a blob has long been one of my biggest fears.