Why do I feel this way? Everything I do reminds me of how much I fail.  I'm a failure as a mom, wife, employee, and person. I can do nothing right.  This whole week has been more overwhelming than I can imagine. The expectations and pressure...I just can't keep up. I'm slowly falling into a pit. And the further I go down, the more I want to just accept it, and keep falling.  I distract myself with stupid things. Love stories, comedy...anything that helps me to escape the reality that I'm living in.  Because I don't want to face it. I don't want this to be my life anymore.  When I get to this point, I don't even want to reach out to anyone. It's like I want to just be in pain. And even when people reach out, I don't give them much. Because I want to wallow in my self-pity. This cycle continues until I feel I've hit rock bottom. Why do I get like this? I have a great life...a husband and kids that love me. A job. My kids are going to private school...

Every day it seems like I'm going crazy. There's just so much to do: wash the dishes, sweep, get the kids ready for bed and school, make dinner...the list is endless.  Tonight Kiara was crying because she didn't want to clean up. Then she was angry and hit Rafael. Then she was crying again, and it's because she loves me so much (her words). Rafael wanted to keep playing outside, then he wanted to play video games, but he kept losing, so he began to cry...then it's bath time, and the bedtime routine, which is sometimes the dreaded time because everyone is tired, emotional, and checked out. I'm living in a crazy house. Is it my house? My family? Or is this just life? (I definitely think my family is a bit crazier than others generally...) I keep telling myself that one day it will get easier. Maybe when the kids are older. Maybe when I work less. That doesn't seem to be the truth. Life will always be crazy no matter what.  Do you ever have those days where you...