This week, life feels a bit like drowning. I’m fairly certain I’m not doing this stay-at-home-mom thing right. At the very least, other people are doing it better. I look at the crusty kitchen counter, the dog hair infested floor, the math worksheet she doodled all over (the I LOVE YOU’s are sweet, but what is 5+2?!), the three other subjects we didn’t get to, exercise bike taunting me, the completely unhealthy frozen pizza that is probably going to be dinner (again), and when was my last shower?! Other moms text me like – wanna hang out? and I stare at the message feeling like a failure. Obviously, they have…