It's 8pm. Kids are in bed. You're standing in the kitchen and you know you need to go back in. Maybe you're dreading it because last time you apologized, your kid ended up patting your back saying "it's okay mommy" and you left the room feeling worse than when you walked in. Maybe you're dreadi...

Girl, I get it. I really do. You're burned out. You're touched out. You're running on empty most days before the kids even wake up. You're tired of the "mommy mommy mommy" and the "mine mine mine" and the crying and the defiance and the negotiating over things that should not require negotiatio...