Today was one of those days when I thought of resigning from being a mother. I know, even as I write that it sounds horrible and it feels horrible. But today (and yesterday) my children have worn me out. The crying, the tantrums, the constant neediness, the not doing what I ask them to do. For a moment I imagine interviewing women to be mother to our children. I’ll just be Stephen’s wife. For a moment I’ve lost my mind completely that I’m willing to give up this gift of motherhood and all its craziness for a moment of sanity.  Ah, but I can’t do it. I write this out today, in hope that in doing so tomorrow I will be able to embrace a new day, which might be more of the same, or it might be me looking at them with less tired eyes. And then they’ll make me smile and laugh, and I’ll welcome the mess of motherhood once again.