Cursing the 20 mins of my life I would never get back, I admitted defeat, unplugged the curlers and went to remind my children for the 74th billionth time to brush their teeth. I had blindly led myself into the comparison trap.

Sure, no problem, that's fine. The words have tripped out of my mouth before you can say nervous breakdown. WTF. 

We know the feeling well, so accustomed are we to it. It leaves un-drunk cups of tea, unshaved legs and unread books in its wake. The feeling that we must be all things to all people...but ourselves it seems.

We still have tough times, don't we? When the world, the day, the room we are in, gets 'too much'...but we know and you know, and those we love to know, and we muddle through.