came to a screeching halt about 6 years into motherhood. I had lost the joy and contentment of raising children! All I ever wanted was to be the Best Mom but I was fast becoming COMBATMOM!
I was a frustrated, desperate mom ready to give in to despair. With three children under five, I was ready to crawl into my foxhole and raise the white flag of surrender.
With bombardments of slang, backtalk, and anti-mom protests, I felt like I was in a combat zone. My desire to be the best mom was waning fast. I often went to bed with combat fatigue. Being a happy mommy seemed like a MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE!