Several weeks ago, I had a really hard day with the kids.  Like… a REALLY hard day. You know, one of those days when you seriously consider buying a one way ticket to the furthest tropical location, and spending the rest of your life in isolation, selling coconuts on the beach? Yeah…Ya’ll can pretend but I know you know what I’m talking about! That night, I crawled into bed feeling so defeated.  Nothing I did felt good enough. -Dinner was “gross”.  -Laundry was piled up. -I was late to the school pickup line. -My teenager was in a very “teenagery” mood. -I had forgotten to run an errand for my…