This entry on Motherhood Uncensored sums up my feelings to a tee.

We try, in our own crazy way, to DO IT ALL. Not necessarily because we want to, but we believe that we have to so that our kids will have the best chance to be, well, the best.

We roll our eyes (either overtly or secretly) at the moms who work, wondering how they can hand their child over to a *gulp* daycare or nanny. How careless, how selfish, how incredibly un-motherlike. We judge the choices of other mothers (baby trainers, CIO-ers, formula feeders, co-sleepers, non-organic eaters), for one reason or another, because they might, at some level, not be giving their child 120% of what they need.

And in all our judging and giving, we lose our own self. We take little, if any, time for ourselves. We don’t ask for help, we don’t say a word, and secretly, we are MISERABLE.

Sure, we know motherhood brings with it some level of sacrifice. But, how much is too much?