Parenting can be a thankless job. I spent forty-five minutes finding the perfect tennis shoes for my oldest (by “perfect” I mean “coolest” for under $30). His response? “I liked the shoes mom, but you got the wrong socks.” I spent three hours of undivided, one-on-one, didn’t-even-answer-my-cell-phone time with my youngest only for him to fall on the floor screaming when I needed 10 minutes of privacy in the bathroom. I lovingly packed a lunch filled with favorites including peanut-butter and jelly, homemade cookies, and a hand-written note on his napkin. Drum roll please…. “Mom, you forgot to cut off the crust!”

I know you know what I am talking about. You spend hours doing laundry and your kids thank you by throwing their newly stained clothes all over their floor. You make tacos with pureed tomatoes to appease a picky eater who won’t eat vegetables only to have him push his plate away and beg for ice cream. It’s maddening and can send any otherwise sane individual into a complete Mommy Meltdown. I actually had one last night. My three-year-old stood there terrified while he watched his mommy holding a pair of stiff socks that were discovered under our deck and wailing “WHO LEFT THESE OUTSIDE?!” He was smart enough to blame it on the dog rather than suffer the wrath of a freaked-out mom.

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