I’m struggling. The kids are a handful right now and I’m feelin’ it. Being a mom is tough because when you get frustrated you are getting frustrated with the little beings that mean the most to you. You are constantly being shown in a mirror the monster that you can become. Every word out of your mouth, every gesture, every activity that you either joyfully occupy or otherwise do begrudgingly is under a microscope-I’m either swimming or sinking and it can change from second to second. I haven’t felt good good in a long time and for that I feel scared and guilty.