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Picture this:
It’s Monday. You’ve suffered through yet another sleep-interrupted night due to potty requests and night terrors. The weekend offered no rest. Your preschoolers sit at the table, inhaling their pre-breakfast snack, waiting to be presented with their breakfast that you, bleary-eyed, are currently cooking. Eggs.
The day starts as it often does, with yet another mealtime meltdown. Another fight. More stress. When all you really want is more coffee.
The next few hours provide little relief. Riot control when your preschoolers are mauling each other over a toy, screeching, setting off every trigger-point alarm bell in your body. Muscle through a nap-time fight. Their nap time, not yours, as much as you could use one.
Maybe phoning in some at-home preschool program during the afternoon to check the box. Strained spousal interaction because y’all are both drowning in this shit together. And somehow, your SO’s snappiness with the babies is less justified than your own.
Fast forward. Another conflict over the cuisine at supper, feet-dragging on the family-time evening walk, surviving bath and bedtime… At long last, you collapse onto the couch. The laundry you’ve been resentfully glaring at all day glares back at you, and you’ve both got an extra wrinkle or two now.
Precious “you” time turns into a dissociated binge of Netflix, carbs, and guilt. Today could’ve been better, you think. How am I going to do this all again tomorrow?
Well, “a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step”, right? 
If any of this resonates with you, I completely get it. Parenting is trying on a good day and feels catastrophic on a bad one. Especially when you’re suffering from some serious parental burnout. This shit is hard.
I can assure you, I’m not writing this guide because I have all the answers. I have, however, gleaned some wisdom from doing the parenting gig myself. 
I’m Meagan Glemboski, Mamasaur to 4-year-old Orson, 3-year-old Nova, and 18-year-old, bonus-son Coen. I’ve been writing for www.themamasaur.com for over 2 years now, sharing insights, experiences, and lessons learned. Juggling personal life, passions, aspirations, parenting, and mental health with my husband of 6 years (and fellow author), Nathan.
My days as a parent have run the gamut of human emotion. They’ve been good, bad, and very ugly. But they’ve always shared a common thread throughout: a deep desire for never-ending personal growth, humility, self-improvement, and learning. 
And now, with this slow parenting guide, I’m proud to present a polished perspective on how to parent without burnout. How to parent in pursuit of peace, connection, and cultivation. How to weave strong, supportive relationships with your children, instead of feeling the tempting pull to resent them. Been there.
The solution starts with you. That is why you’re here reading this now. That makes you a good parent, and I applaud you. You want things to be better. You don’t want to feel this way, and you hold onto hope that you don’t have to. There is a better way.
Let’s take it slow.