Being a mom is like juggling a dozen balls while riding a unicycle—except the balls are actually flaming torches, and the unicycle is on a tightrope strung across the Grand Canyon. Okay, maybe that’s a tad dramatic, but you get the picture. It’s chaos, it’s beautiful, and sometimes, it’s downright infuriating. Take today, for example. As I sit here trying to jot down these thoughts, I’m also doing my best laundry marathon, scrubbing dishes that are piled high in the sink and attempting to pack for a family trip! At the same time, my little one decides it’s the perfect day to break a personal record for most meltdowns in an hour. Ugg, teething—the ultimate culprit behind these miniature meltdowns. In the midst of this madness, anger creeps in like an uninvited guest at a party. It starts with a twitch in my eye, a clenching of my jaw, and before I know it, I’m ready to Hulk-smash the laundry basket. It’s not just the chaos of the moment that gets to me—it’s the feeling of being pulled in a million directions with no pause button in sight. Sound familiar? If you’re a mom, chances are you’ve danced with this…