I was a frustrated, desperate mom ready to give in to despair.  With three children under five, I was ready to crawl into my foxhole and raise the white flag of surrender.  

With bombardments of slang, backtalk, and anti-mom protests, I felt like I was in a combat zone.  My desire to be the best mom was waning fast.   I often went to bed with combat fatigue.  Being a happy mommy seemed like a MISSION:  IMPOSSIBLE!

came to a screeching halt about 6 years into motherhood.  I had lost the joy and contentment of raising children!  All I ever wanted was to be the Best Mom but I was fast becoming COMBATMOM!

the heavens opened and an inspired program made for the blessing and happiness of Mom came to be.