My husband offered to sleep on the other side of the bed one night last week to allow me to get a more peaceful rest. This way, when the kids came into the bedroom in the middle of the night they would automatically go to the closer side of the bed and he would be there instead of me. I actually took him up on the offer. So off I went to dreamland… or so I thought.
Sometimes, it’s my family that gets the worst of me
We all know the rat race that we often call life: wake before the sun (and most importantly, wake the before the kids), shower make breakfast, get everyone dressed and fed, rush them out the door, inevitably forget something at home, drop them off, fly into work on two wheels (how late do I feel today? Just 5 minutes today? Success!!), turn the computer on and breathe.