We have three children, Bryan (24), Chelsea (22) and Samantha (20). When I am having a bad day, Bryan always goes and finds this old photo he has hidden somewhere. It shows me in bright red sweats (from a great elementary school teacher tomato costume I wore on Halloween), looking very pregnant, even though I had Samantha several weeks before the photo was taken. Samantha is in my arms trying to kiss me with her mouth wide open. Bryan Jr. is jumping on the couch in the background in cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. Chelsea is in pajamas chewing on the coffee table leg. He holds it up and says, "At least you are not dealing with this!" I always look at this photo and wonder how I did it.
Is there something you look back on and wonder just how you managed to do it and survive?