It’s been a rough week so I gotta just rant for a second. I have a 3 and 6 year old. Both my husband and I work full time. By the time everybody gets home on the week-days, I have to make dinner. When dinner is over, we begin what is the massive shitshow of our bedtime routine. We then get about 1 hour to lounge on the couch, but that also means no cleaning gets done. The weekends feel like a blink because all I do is try to catch up around the house from the week in addition to extracurricular activities for my kids and trying to do stuff to entertain them. By the time it’s Sunday night I haven't had a second to even collect myself. I am not by any means saying I am unique here, but it’s just insane to me that this is just part of being a working parent. OH and don’t forget to give EACH kid at least 15 minutes of complete undivided attention everyday. And remember that while you try to get shit done around the house, your kid should only have X amount of screen time. And don’t forget to practice gentle parenting, where you are told to be the epitome of emotional regulation despite constantly being overwhelmed and overstimulated. And of course remember to pRaCtIcE SeLf CaRe. And my all time favorite…. To cherish these moments because they GrOw Up sO fAsT. Like seriously what planet are we living on? I also have celiac disease and am being tested for adult onset type 1 diabetes, so I have to essentially make all of my own food. Anyways, sorry for the rant. I love my kids to the ends of the earth, but I feel like the expectations of parenting in our society completely sets us up to feel like failures. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.