Zero tolerance

Being a mother is the hardest thing I have ever done. It has also been the most rewarding thing.



I was pregnant and or breast feeding for most of my twenties. I did it all again (twice) in my thirties.



I have been underweight, overweight, broke, sick, healthy, wealthy and just plain damn tired.



I have been depressed, suffered anxiety disorders, medicated (legally and not)



I have went through and survived a nasty divorce



I have made friends, lost friends, needed friends



I have cried myself to sleep, I have stayed up endless nights



I have experienced times when I just didn’t want to be a mother, a wife a friend or anything



I have been to the bottom of the deepest darkest holes



…



Through all this, I have never ever forgotten my child in a car in any weather much less the blazing hot summer.

I have never ever even thought about drowning my children in the bath tub or buckling them into their carseats and sinking the car in a lake.



I have no pity, no tolerance, no compassion for this