Behind every successful woman, is a basket of dirty laundry…Sally Forth
Except, in my case, it IS a "pile" of "clean" laundry and, well, success is a relative term, isn't it?
According to some members of my family (especially, those who are, you know, mostly, women) I should consider myself lucky, whenever my husband, Garth [not his real name] is brave enough to come home and "actually" gets out of the car, at night.
I get that.
Still. Why are we women (mothers or non) so gosh-darned hard on each other?