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s a working mom of two toddlers, there have been plenty of days in the past I found myself barely surviving. Hands down those days were more than those I could say I was on my “A game”. I would start my day with a jolt, praying to get showered before my children awoke. After throwing myself together, I would run out the door in a suit, wet hair, a child on one side and another on my hip, both in their footed pajamas. The drop off would initiate the start of my hour and a half commute and pumping milk in my car. My entire day would be in “GO mode” so I could return on time, pick them up and start their bedtime routine. By the end of my day I could not fathom even doing the smallest chore let alone start on a new endeavor.