I don't always have my shit together. And I often complain. Because, well, I'm human and a mother of 3 and the daily drill of life can be daunting at times. And I openly share my thoughts with the world on this process because I'm a writer and I like to share. But the other night I felt a shift in my household and I briefly paused. Just when I felt the weight of the world closing in on me, I stopped paying attention to that feeling and watched my husband. I watched his body language, noticed his breathing, and looked deep into his tired eyes. And suddenly it came over me. They're under a lot of pressure too.