Baby woke up from his nap and, in the 3.5 seconds it took me to reach him, clawed his own face like he was starring in a horror movie.
Eldest son fought the sidewalk three separate times in one day. Result: Battle scars across knees, elbows, and (???) chest.
Forgot laundry in the washer. Four. Days. In. A. Row. It's evolving into a science experiment now.
Looked at my calendar daily...still forgot my wedding anniversary. Big brain energy.
Mood: "We’re basically coping. And that’s enough."
I'm learning that getting through the chaos counts as winning — even if it looks messy, late, or louder than expected.
Not every problem needs a perfect solution.
Sometimes "we made it to bedtime" is the only box that gets checked.
Survival, not style points.
If it feels hard, it’s because it is hard — not because you’re failing.
Talk soon,
Tara
CEO of Chaos & Co.
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