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