I used to feel like I was the only mother in the world who wasn't perfect, or really close to it. Did nobody else roll their eyes at their kids all day long or skip pages of bedtime stories at a time or have breakfast for dinner three nights a week? Based on the blogs I read and what my friends posted on Facebook, it certainly seemed that way. Or, at least it did until I started my Scary Mommy Confessional. There, I asked my readers to confess their own mommy sins so I could feel better about my failings and imperfections. Suddenly, without their names attached, moms were comfortable getting really down and dirty about motherhood and I realized that I wasn't alone. Far from it...
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