In less than seven days, I leave for Europe for a week. By myself. All alone. Yup, you read that right. Seven full days of glorious Me Time. You'd think I'd be basking in glorious anticipation but, instead, I'm a hot mess of raging emotions, all boiling over in my head at once.

Here's the thing about this onslaught of mom guilt: I refuse to engage. What's helped deflect it is knowing that I am not a perfect mom, because there is no such thing as a perfect mom. I am a doing-the-best-that-I-can mom.

I've been an advocate for formula-feeding without shame, and I believe with every ounce of my mama heart that babies who are nourished with formula are still fed with love. Still, I am desperate to nurse.

Like an insurance company that reimburses for pre-existing conditions, I will turn a blind eye to my "already-friends" with seemingly flawless children. But I do prefer to spend time among those who, like I, live on the edge.

Moms, the kids are all right. It's the people trying to convince us otherwise who are in desperate need of attention.

Despite my personal belief that it's better to let the kids have a chance to work it out, I've done my fair share of stepping in. Because I'm just too afraid of getting The Look.

I hope in 2013 you find your doorway, that space that allows you to slip through, leaving behind your judgement of yourself and your lingering hurt over things you can't control.

Working Americans at every level are being asked to produce more than ever before. The result for working moms? Reverse guilt.

Mommy is so sorry. I didn't know that two babies would be so hard. I didn't think I'd treat you any differently than your brother. And I didn't realize how quickly life would pile up and try to steal our special moments from the two of us.

Several hours, two meltdowns (both mine) and a hellacious mess later, we had our two-pound Halloween House.

As far as I can tell, no matter what decision a woman makes, she's offering an invaluable gift to my daughters and me.

It's not clear who moms judge more -- themselves or other parents. HuffPost blogger Rhiana Maidenberg came up with six pretty great reasons why it ha...

Someone told me that once I had my son, I'd forever be afraid that something bad would happen to him. What I had not anticipated was the guilt. The never-ending, constant and exhausting guilt.

By Michelle Gerdes on The Juggle Many of us have made a juggling choice that, in retrospect, we regret. In my bid to banish mommy guilt, I try to...