Some days are tougher than others

Someone once told me, “I wish I had your life.” And the number of times I get asked, “How do you do it?” is probably in the hundreds at this point. But the truth is, some days, I don’t. Some days I don’t live up to the expectations my children have of me, or that I have of myself. This job is tough, really tough. Some days are tougher than others. And if I’m honest, what you see in public is sometimes not what you see behind closed doors - like at bedtime with five, sleep-deprived kids determined not to go to sleep before tackling every, single, problem that has or will possibly arise throughout the night, including closet monsters, uncomfortable pillows and a sudden thirst.

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