So you know that you're not coping too well when you walk into the monkey bars in the playground, say "oh shit" very loudly in front of lots of children, and then burst into tears. Yeah, that was me today. This parenting gig is tough; it just seems to get tougher. It forces you to revisit all your own childhood angst, dredging up horrible emotions you'd long ago (somehow) forgotten. Then there's the guilt and the dabbling in amateur psychology to explain why it's all your fault. And all the time you're fighting your instinct to just wrap the kids up in cotton wool, move to the countryside, and start homeschooling. Oh my.