After enough rough days that I am now finally able to admit that this is actually my norm, and not an exception, I am so grateful to have friends who are equally conscience and honest about life in the trenches of parenting. I’ve always suffered as a wishful, yet failing, type A, the destructive collision between OCD and ADD, with a hefty dose of natural insecurity. Yet today, after a delightfully embarrassing public meltdown by my “good” one, I actually found myself saying out loud to my hubby, “I have to make a decision. Do I want to be the kind of mother I know my kids need, or the post-worthy mother I’m convinced I need to be, that leaves us all miserable?” An epiphany I’d never have the cajones to even think aloud before you. You’re doing something right…and it is contagious.