The theory is that stay-at-home parents have the best jobs in the world — no corporate boss to answer to and the simple pleasure of watching your children grow up. Somewhere in the last two years I’ve lost that vision because, honestly, the last few weeks I’ve been a real jerk to my family. I resented other working moms and was jealous of the stay-at-home parents who seemed to find joy in all of the little things their kids were doing. Cleaning, laundry, cooking and blogging all took the back burner because I just couldn’t seem to break out of the negative headspace I was in. I would wake up each morning dreading the day ahead — suffocated by the choice I made to quit my job in the city, move to a small town to raise my kids in an itty-bitty cottage in the woods. Each night I’d go to bed wondering what was wrong with me, wishing there was a recovery program for burned out stay-at-home moms.