Why should you prioritize yourself when you're being pulled in 10 different directions, and actually you're totally "fine" and you'll "sleep when you're dead" and "coffee is life" and all the other excuses we give ourselves daily? Hear me, y'all, when I say this (completely out of love!) - being burnt out is not a badge of honor. Running on empty is not a bragging right. Feeling run down in the name of super-momming is not worth it.