This story is dedicated to all the moms out there who are trying to #doitall. And to my husband and children who have been patient while I try to figure it all out.
Looking back, in 2016...I was stressed. I think I knew it at the time, but I would never have admitted it out loud. I just put my head down and kept trudging along. Off to work, to sports practices, to the grocery store, to errands and the list goes on. I needed to get things done. All the things. And for some reason I felt like I needed to do it all myself (hence the stress).