Ok, here's the beautiful ugly truth...
I'm not one of those moms who seems to flourish at home.  You know the ones...those moms who look great in sweats and a ponytail, can clean their house, make a healthy satisfying dinner, run all the errands and never ever, even one time, seem to lose their cool.  And they somehow do it without stains on their shirt or frizzy hair. 
THAT'S NOT ME.  My life is what could be acurately described as a beautiful mess.  If I could make it through just one day without having to change my clothes OR my attitude I think I would probably lobby to make it a national holiday.  I figure that out there, somewhere, are more moms just like me.  The ones who struggle with mom clothes, bed-head and frozen pizzas for dinner.  The ones who, even though it's not exactly what we thought it would be, have given everything we have to our families.  The ones who have realized that just because we desperately NEED time away from our kids, it doesn't mean that we love them any less. 
I am a 32 year old mom of 3.  Two boys and a girl.  Nathan, 5, Trace, 2, and Chloe, 2 months.  I am very happily married to the best man I have ever met, Adam.  Yes, I struggle with being a stay-at-home mom, but I wouldn't have it any other way.