A year and a half ago, I was depleted, stressed, lonely as a new stay-at-home-mom, and sick of leaving home to work part time jobs in the evenings and on the weekends. I craved family time, but found myself in a situation where my husband would walk through the door, and I would hand him the baby and leave. I craved adult connection. I wanted to start my day with purpose and meaning. I felt tired by 2 p.m., and often napped when my baby napped.
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