All day. Every day.
Think of the toughest, meanest, baddest person you know. Now think of the one person they're afraid of. Yup...it's their mom. We're all badasses. Don't mess with us.
I swear I was. People liked hanging out with me, and some even wanted to date me. I stayed up late, I laughed, I partied. At least I think I did. Wait...was it all a dream? No. I'm sure of it. I was hip, er, I mean, cool...um, lit, savage? Ugh. Whatever.
Some days I show my strength by lugging the kids AND the groceries up the steps. Some days I show it by kicking ass at the gym, before kicking ass at work. And some days (aka most days), I show it by just getting out of bed and dealing with all the things, all the time.