Last week I had one morning with my kids that went so badly I actually cried. I handled more than one situation really poorly and it ended with me losing my temper. I felt so shameful and weak. I had another morning last week where we made it out the door early and were laughing and singing together on the way to school. I felt so proud and full. On both days we all kissed and hugged. I make mistakes as often as I get it right, and I’m finally starting to accept that as a healthy balance.