Mention the notion of “having it all” to any woman and it’s likely to be met with an eyeroll, followed by a resolute “Not possible” or, as I’ve frequently quipped, “Total fairytale.”

The statistics are frightening: One in three children are obese in this country and by 2030, obesity-related illnesses could result in more than half a trillion dollars in health care costs.

An invitation to meet the World’s Worst Mom, Lenore Skenazy, was just too hard to resist. That’s not a title many of us would bare so proudly. Though, as a writer who has written her fair share of parenting horror stories, the term “worst” is certainly relative.

Mealtimes are fraught with anxiety at my house. The reason? I never know if my son will actually eat what is on his plate. He is the very definition of a picky eater. I know I’m not alone.

Guess what, ladies? Parenting is more stressful for moms than for dads. Not exactly groundbreaking news for any woman who has had a baby, but it’s nice to have scientific backup.

When the subject of postpartum depression comes up, we typically think of new moms. However, that assumption may be shortsighted. Turns out, almost as many dads suffer from the condition, too.

As kindergartners in the ’80s and ’90s, the goals we had were simple: Learn left from right, how to play well with others and paint pictures that would inevitably end up on the refrigerator.

It wasn’t just the fact that I had prepared more meals in 84 days than I had cooked in my entire 17-year marriage. No. It was much deeper than that. It was quarantine fatigue.