It's just so exhausting, you know. Like,...

It's just so exhausting, you know. Like, I hate to be that mom that complains, but seriously, there is never a break. I get up at 5 am every morning to try to get some kind of exercise in because, well, you can't let yourself go just because you're a mom. Then I get the kids up. I get their breakfast ready. Take a shower. Do my hair and makeup, which, you know me, always takes way longer than it should. Then I have to yell at Kevin to get him up so he won't be late for work. Get the kids in the car and take them to school and make it to work without any major mishaps on the road. Do you know how many times I've spilled coffee in the car? Four times, and that's just this week.

Then all day at work. It's like "Cora, did you get those numbers done from last quarter?" "Cora, can you come in for this brief two-hour meeting?" "Cora, I need that report on my desk this afternoon." "Cora, cure cancer." "Cora, give us world peace." The only good thing is they're flexible enough with my kids' schedule...I pick up the kids. Go home. Make dinner. Run around like a chicken with my head cut off. Get the kids to do their homework, bathe, brush their teeth, and get to bed. Meanwhile, Kevin comes home at 6:30. Eats his dinner. Grunts at me. Watches TV. Takes a dump and goes to bed giving me a sloppy kiss good night. Rinse and repeat. It's a miracle I'm not in a mental institution.