Several weeks ago, the chaos around me might have been almost amusing if it hadn’t been so utterly depressing. The house was a mess. Pizza boxes were stacked up at the end of the coffee table, children’s toys were scattered throughout the living room, the large wilting plant in the corner had been knocked over, and, due to my toddler daughter’s new fascination with her reflection, the mirrored closet was a muddle of tiny finger prints. I had a growing box of clothing that no longer fit me, and I’d never felt so far from the super-mom I planned to be when embarking on the adventure of parenthood as I did at that moment. Maintaining a clean home and high level of fitness, for busy moms like me, was far more difficult than I ever imagined it would be.