Finding Me Time as a Mom
Let me set the scene for you. It’s 6:45 pm. You’re in the middle of making dinner for yourself and your husband. Your five-year-old is yelling that she needs help in the bathroom (when do they learn to do that themselves, anyway?), your toddler is whining for her dinner as you scramble to get some chicken nuggets on her high chair, and you’re dangerously close to setting off your smoke detector again.