Way back when my kids were just mental hypotheticals, had cutesy names, and were not born 8 minutes from each other, I dreamed of being “that mom.” That mom, who does everything well. That mom, who is also a wife, and does that extremely well also. That Mom, who does not stumble in the kitchen and give her kids Cheetos for breakfast and hope that they will nap again soon! That mom, who never looks homeless or like she just went through a train wreck. That mom, who homeschools her kids every day and never gets frustrated. That mom, who spends every waking moment with her tots, and still has laundry, dishes, the kids, herself, and the house clean before her husband gets home. That mom, who’s house is an immaculate cover featured house in That Home Magazine. That mom, who I know goes to the bathroom by herself! You know who I’m talking about . . . That Mom who is not ME!