I’m putting away the dishes and see Kiara in the corner of my eye trying to climb into the dishwasher.  “Kiara!” I grab her and put her into the playpen. She begins to cry, of course. I turn around and Rafael is opening the markers and about to color on the wall. “No, Rafael! Only on paper!” I grab them in the nick of time. He runs into the living room to find something else to get into. It’s times like these when I close my eyes, and try to stay calm. I hear Kiara crying and Rafael making some banging noise in the living room. It’s like, for some reason, I can’t handle it. Those two extremely small things make me go crazy on the inside. But it’s because it’s not just those two things. It’s that on top of my to-do list for the day, work thoughts, problems in my personal life, and I feel drained. I feel like I have no one to help me, and no one to talk to. Any other moms feel like this?  I finish what I’m doing and decide to just take the time to play with the kids. I take...