This morning was rough. I screamed at my toddler. I screamed so loudly that my head hurt afterward. I screamed so loudly that I was afraid that my neighbors, the very same neighbors that a few weeks ago sent me a text stating that Kevin and I were “THE BEST parents”, would hear it and be alarmed. I’m not proud of it. I’m downright ashamed of it. Running on Fumes Here was the scenario: I was running on six hours of sleep and was having an unproductive morning. I wanted to run to the grocery store. I already was frustrated with how long it was taking to get everything in order.…