Why did I become a mom? What was I thinking? This job, it's tough. It never ends and I go to sleep many nights wondering if I could have done something different or better. A constant string of decisions and choices have bombarded me over the years. I didn't go to school for this. In fact, I've got no formal training at all, yet here I am CEO of my home and family. I'm in charge of their lives and ultimately setting them up for success or failure. That's what you call PRESSURE!
Many days I wonder if I'm doing enough or if I deserve a big old "your fired" Donald Trump style. Some days, I probably do. But on this particular day, my Mouse shot me a smile of pure joy and I realized maybe, just maybe I've got this.