A frog who has found herself in a pot of boiling water

Today starts the crazy week of Mother's Day. I feel less like a mother and more like a loyal employee. I'm starting to realize that each year by this holiday I have stretched myself too thin and have become exactly what I didn't want to be--a working Mom. When I started this job, I told them it would be my second job and that being a Mom was my first. Each year right about Mother's Day I look at my schedule of 30 hours/week moving into 40+ and I wonder what happened. It starts with a few more hours here, giving a little there, not saying anything when they take a bit more than I agreed to. And now that Mother's Day is upon me, throwing in the towel is high treason. I have to wait, eaking out as much free time for the family as possible, and then, with my big, fat, Mother's Day paycheck in hand, tell them I don't want to work. Oh, I am a boiling frog.