There are times when parenthood seems nothing more than feeding the hand that bites you.
With me it is exceptionally true that the Presidency is no bed of roses.
One is a child when one has a child. No one says, 'You will never be the same again.' Which is the truth! And we're all supposed to be happy all the time. What is that about?
Certain struggles never end.
Some people are stuck in tedious things, like their jobs, and they are bored. Other people experience one stressful thing after another.
You think you've done it all, and then you realize, 'No, there's so much more to do.'
You solve a problem then get a new one in return.
'Having it all' is such an intimidating concept. Just when you think you have all those plates spinning perfectly... something changes. It is a constant balancing act.
It seems like I was born into trouble.
