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going through. But I couldn’t help but think that a lot of them were assuming I was a bad mom or Hank Jr.’s a bad kid. I thought they must have been thinking to themselves: “Oh, of course he’s a bad kid. Look who his mom is.” I had to take the flight; I had no choice. We had (and wanted and needed) to go see Dad. But when you’ve tried everything to calm a kid down, there’s not much else you can do except pray he stops or falls asleep. I can’t hit him or say shut up. I was helpless and just had to take it.

When we finally landed in Minnesota, I took the baby and handed him straight to Hank and just said, “Here! Take him!”

As much as we try to keep the baby on a schedule, sometimes the cosmos doesn’t allow for it. Stroller walks replace sweaty workouts, showers get neglected, and errands go undone. Sometimes he doesn’t take those naps and our plans fade away. For Hank, working out is important for his career, but a lot of times those workouts are canceled because baby Hank won’t nap. And when the baby gets tired and cranky, we are all tired and cranky. We get so tired by four P.M. if the baby is off schedule, and we rarely get a moment to ourselves. We don’t have an office to go to, and if we’re not working in a studio or in football season, we’re working from home. And usually during the day I have interviews, photo shoots, appearances, and meetings for the show, and they often all get canceled because of the baby, because we are so tired, because we barely have energy to keep up and drive all the way to a meeting and talk about our lives, a.k.a. the show. Sometimes I’ll resort to doing meetings over the phone, but really being a mom is the nine-to-five job I have now. My show, my books, my appearances—those are my second job. Sort of like bartending at night to pay the bills.

The tantrums, the rush, the sprint—it gets to us at the end of the day. Hank and I are exhausted after a full day of work/home/life. I’ve always heard from other parents that being at work is a thousand times easier than being at home with the kids (though certainly less rewarding), but in my case I’m at work and at home with the kid. A double whammy.

Hank and I used to like to drink a glass of wine before bed to slow us down from the day. Now we don’t drink wine because we don’t need it and we end up crashing easily without it. We just need water to stay hydrated because we are so worn out!

Hank will try to sneak in a spa appointment for me (“Kendra, you have to relax, baby!”), but he knows those things just slow me down. My life and my job are so fast paced that if I stop and get a massage or do some sort of breathing thing it just slows me down. I have so many things to do, breathing gets in the way. But when shit really hits the fan, that’s when I know I need to stop.

I see stuff about those Real Housewives or celebrities in Hollywood always being pampered and doing stuff for themselves. Yoga seven days a week, Botox parties, Thai massages on the beach, seasonal trips to Cabo—but if I had the chance to spoil myself I wouldn’t want to be like that. When it comes to getting my nails done . . . Hank has to force me to get a manicure. If I have spare time on my hands, I don’t want to waste it getting a massage; I want to spoil my husband.

Chapter 5

No, Mommy and Daddy Are Not Getting a Divorce

IT’S OVER! SPLIT! KENDRA LEAVES HANK!

Yes, I’ve read all of those headlines too. I try not to pay attention to any of that, but what I will say is that whatever is going on between me and Hank is our business and nobody else’s. Sure, we have had our moments. But doesn’t every couple?

If married life was just sitting on the beach in Hawaii sipping fruity cocktails then there would never be anything to fight about. But that’s not reality! When you’re married you’ve got two lives to plan and coordinate. Throw in a kid and life becomes a little slice of mayhem. We make it work and we love it, but it’s not without its little hiccups.

Being married to a football player isn’t easy. In just two years Hank went from the Philadelphia Eagles (the team he