Post-adoption It's a funny thing, really. How we compare ourselves to other people. I have challenged myself to become a little more "real" in my blog-writing, but the funny part is that I've been reading others' blogs and have decided I need to be more like them (thinking they are more real than me). Weird, huh? Today, I just felt like telling the truth about me and this whole "wife and mom" mentality. The truth is, I am not a cook. I don't enjoy it. I don't iron my husbands shirts for work. He does it himself. I don't know how to sew. Not even a button on a shirt or stitch up a hole. Never learned. But these days, I'm struggling with guilt because these are things that a wife and mother should do or at least know how to do, right? I read other blogs of 'super moms' and see that they make all the decorations for their twelve adopted kids' birthday parties and they always meal plan and have something yummy in th