It’s 7:30 pm and the kids are playing no actually they’re fighting, quite loudly might I add, and here I am frustrated, fatigued, and feeling useless because it’s the third time this week that we are having frozen pizzas. Yep, there it goes again: Mom Shame. Why do we do this to ourselves? As if carrying a tiny human inside of you for months, bringing him/her into the world through painful labor, caring for them day in and day out, wasn’t enough. We STILL feel bad because we can’t cook 4 course meals, clean the house, entertain their every whim, and stay perfectly manicured all at the same time. What…