As a mom I often feel that tiny gut feeling that says I'm not doing it right. No matter the subject. From feeding the family to teaching manners or keeping a tidy and organized home. Usually the automatic response is to jump up, same as with coffee in the morning (and noon and midnight).
I am a regular mom with irregular tasks: I educate other people's kids (sometimes I have to start with the parents), I struggle against my daughter's stubborn leg and I love and live with a musician guy that comes home late at night dragging his back and drumset.
Oh well... who can be called regular this day uh?