So after yesterday’s pity party about how my life is so hard, I texted a good friend who I’ll always admire because she is much younger than me and has three children and is about to start homeschooling one of them. Just the fact that she is considering taking on homeschooling puts her much higher on the “coping well with motherhood” scale. I mean let’s get real. There is no way in HELL I would ever attempt that. I salute her.

Anyway, I asked her how she ever had a third child because my first two are killing me. She replied to just try to take it one thing at a time. Such simple advice and so true. I will try to work on that.

I also bought some B vitamins which I hope will help me take life one small hurdle at a time. But you know what? I have other coping mechanisms that are probably bad for me and my children and I no longer feel guilty about them. Like vodka and a lot of television. And canned beans. And sugary snacks at the park, and cleaning products that are probably toxic. I struggle to keep everyone in my house happy, including myself. If an ice cream and some NickJr can cure what ails us, I see nothing wrong with that.