When I watched the movie “The Pursuit of Happiness” and the mother of the child decided that role and family life was not for her, which caused her to leave her husband and abandon her child I was dumbfounded. How can she do that? How can she leave her child? I could not for the life of me understand it or even fathom it. I would think to myself wow she’s a selfish bitch and beyond terrible for leaving her family. Tonight as I attempt to soothe my poor teething son for the hundred millionth time… I GET IT! I fully embrace why she left and why she pursued her happiness. You know what she was… she was freakin tired. She was exhausted and she was mentally done. There is only so much a person can do before they snap. I get it. I understand fully. Tonight as I attempt to nurse my screaming baby next to my sound asleep husband I get it. At 4:30 in the morning when my baby is so uncomfortable and I have to change him and make a bottle for him meanwhile my wonderful husband just rolls over and continues his rest; I get it. When there isn’t enough breast milk in my boob and the baby decides to bite down with full force on my nipple and now I am bleeding and in excruciating pain; I get it. I completely understand. As the tears roll down my face because as a mother you’re told you have to be the matriarch of the family. The strong one that handles all of these situations. Your job is 24 hours a day. Every single day without rest because you can not rest. How dare you even request to rest. Your poor husband works so hard and pays all the bills he needs his rest not you. You stay home and you feed around the clock, cook, clean, and make sure everyone has taken their bath or shower, eaten their dinner, cleaned up their dishes, washed all their clothes, folded said clothes and put said clothes away for everyone without even a thank you coming your way. Oh and make sure you are developmentally stimulating your baby so that the baby can thrive and be the smartest baby out there. I get it. By the way when was the last time you showered alone and in peace for more than 6 minutes? Maybe I can condition my hair today. Cue in screaming infant and the thought of you showering is now non-existent. I get it. Take care of those mother’s/wives/matriarchs that are doing so much for you and your family because I totally get it.