You know how sometimes when you're playing poker with a bunch of people and everyone has very difficult hands to play (even harder than yours), but strangely, they are fine with it? In fact, they profess to actually love playing poker, even when they have these really ridiculously hard hands? And you feel like a wimp because you're dying with your easier one? No? Okaaaaaaaay.
Then how about this: You know when you are having a really hard time with your kids? Your TWO kids. But you look at everyone else who has three/four/half-dozen kids and they seem to be doing fine. Kids are happy. Moms aren't yell-y. Things are being dusted and swept. But you, with only your two kids and husband who is home more than other husbands, can't seem to handle it all? That's hard. Nobody likes to feel like a wimp.
It's a good thing I love them so much. Seriously. Otherwise, if they didn't look like this some of the time...
and only looked like this instead, well, who knows what would happen.