The house is upside down, there are crumbs we just cleaned somehow back again, kids are running wild, and the to-do list feels like it’s judging us.

We start one thing, get pulled into three others, forget what we were even doing, and by the end of the day we’re exhausted and there’s the stress of how much is still left.

And though it’s far from ideal – it gets done. Not because everything went smoothly, but because we kept going anyway.