“As a working parent, I’m always tired. I don’t have time to...

“As a working parent, I’m always tired.  I don’t have time to think.  I speed walk wherever I go.  When I finally get home in the evening, I just want to lie in bed and watch TV.  But it’s summer now.  So the kids always want to do something.  It’s so tempting to tell them ‘later,’ or ‘next week.’  But I force myself to do it.  I get out of the apartment and go to the park.  Or the museum.  Or the beach.  Because no matter how I feel, I know there’s such little, little time.  It seems like just the other day I was pregnant.  I was so excited and nervous.  Now next week my oldest son is turning ten.  I look back and say: ‘Oh my God.’  It all passed in the blink of an eye.  Working, working, working.  Never enough hours in the day.  Just trying to survive.  But I was a good mother.  I’m proud of that.  I always made time and space.  Even if I was exhausted.  Because I knew the time I was exhausted was the only time I had.”