I always come across sounding like I hate my children. I actually love them very much.

Kids think the world is about them, so if you forgot to put the right flavor yogurt in their lunch, and they have too much homework when they come home, they're like, "You know I hate peach!" There's a part of me that's like, "I'm so sorry. I could have shown my love more."

I suffer the terrible disease of low self-esteem.

How many times can you say, "No yanking on one another's genitals?" Everything is hilarious until someone starts crying.

In my family, Mom can lead the sports activities, no problem! Except football - that, my husband does.

I read books more than I go out.

We can't have iPads until after 7 p.m. Otherwise the entire day is, "iPad time? What about now?" It makes me crazy. And no TV on weekend mornings.