Most days I feel like a horrible mom.
In fact, by 7 p.m. I am so defeated by just one four year old that I don’t know what to do anymore. Lately, meaning the last few weeks, he has been very difficult and we are now looking into adoption and family services to help us with him.

Whew, gosh. That is probably one of the hardest things I have ever said. It is almost like admitting I am a failure as a mom.