I'm most certainly not the Beatles.

I frequently do drive carpool in the clothes I slept in, because it's impossible to get three children out the door with lunches packed and all that stuff and have a do.

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

At restaurants, I carry paper and markers and tell everyone to draw a picture with a unicorn, an octopus and an explosion. That keeps kids still for a minute.

It's a war of attrition. If you have patience and a modicum of faith in yourself your chances are not too bad.

I just can't seem to make myself care about what I look like when I am working out.

My husband is very funny and his humor has gotten us through a lot. He's good at defusing me.