At the end of the day I go into the bathroom and take a breather. I look in the mirror see all my faults.

I see a mom who is trying, but failing.

I see a mom tired mentally, physically, and emotionally.

A mom that tries the whole day to keep her kids happy.

A mom that fights the voices in her head telling her she’s the worst mom.

All I can see is everything I am doing wrong.

The discipline, t...