Monday: take your kids to the OBGYN day. Nothing says motherhood like holding your 1 year old on your chest, literally clutching your arms as you get a pap smear. If only I had a picture of that (ok not really). Running on empty used to by my motto. Not on purpose though. I didn’t need help, no way, and yet, every week my husband reminded me: please make it a priority to take care of yourself and remember I’m also here. With no vacation days as a mom, no paid time off, no part in the job description does it mention my needs, no actual time to myself-- giving myself grace was easier said than done. I made excuses like time, didn't want to leave the house, I felt selfish, etc. Then something happened, almost at the same time, first my “body” just gave out and I asked for help (so hard) and my husband, without missing a beat, stepped up to the plate. Husbands/partners if you stumbled upon my page, please make sure you help your wife make time to get to the doctors, to take care of herself. I feel once I started respecting myself properly again my entire well being came into focus. See, our kids are watching us even in moments we don’t realize, and we need/want to set a good example for them. Self worth is so important.