To the mom fighting to stay awake...
About 13 months ago, I was rushing to the bathroom at all hours of the night, stumbling over what ever the floor had waiting for me as I urged my way to the toilet so that I could go pee. Or throw up. I was wobbling my way down hallways, sidewalks, restaurants, and in families homes. L i t e r a l l y wobbling. And by the end of the day, I just wanted to put my feet up, rest my head on my pillow and eat a bedtime snack before bed at 8pm. I was tired. I had been carrying a hu
