Despite trying to be moderate in the amount of activities I allow my kids to sign up for, now that my young daughter has a life, her activities have tipped the scale. I’m struggling to keep up. Toss in some medical issues I’m worried about, and my fuse is very short.

So when one of my kids is moving slowly, and I know the extreme ripple effect that’s going to have on the intricately timed taxi service I’m running, I loose my cool. Although it’s not okay for my kids to go off into la-la land when there’s someplace we need to be, it’s also not okay for me to blow up when they do. So begins the “I’m a terrible mother” spiral.