Sometimes responsibilities can be overwhelming. In a day, I wear many hats—mother, woman, employee, driver, social secretary. I make three meals a day and do the shopping dishes, and laundry that never seems to stop. I try to clean the house as often as needed and stay on top of clutter. I try to do this while riding the ebb and flow of life and while maintaining a long distance relationship.

Most obstacles can be overcome. My insurmountable challenge, my personal kryptonite if you will, is potty training—or lack thereof. My daughter is well past three but is not motivated. By anything. At all. So when I found myself faced with the third soiled Pull Up in less than two hours, I snapped. I sat on the floor of the bathroom and I cried, face in hands. My daughter and son both asked what was wrong, asked me if I missed their daddy. Indeed, I do.

I left the room to regroup, told the kids to please go to the kitchen and sit down for dinner. When I came into the room, the kids ran (like only guilty children can run) from the pantry. “What’s going on in here?” I asked my son. “We were making you dinner, mommy,” he replied. Because of course, in the midst of the potty drama, I had made their dinner and neglected to make anything for myself. But they didn’t forget. Just like they don’t forget to set a place for daddy when he’s not at dinner.

Just a little reminder that although some days the circumstances are not what I would prefer, I would never choose to share those circumstances with anyone else in the world. Truly, we are blessed.