You ever have one of those days that starts with so much promise you could almost hear the inspirational soundtrack behind it?

The coffee is hot. The house is quiet. You wake up early, tackle the to-do list, even make pancakes with fruit and sprinkles like some Pinterest-level version of yourself.

And then somehow, it all just… unravels.

By mid-morning, I realized I’d only shaved one armpit in my “seven-minute mom shower,” forgot to brush my teeth entirely, and had somehow skipped the most basic part of potty training the panties. Harper, who’s been doing so well, walked in and said, “Mommy, I have pee on my legs.”

Because, of course, she did.

Because life doesn’t care how early you wake up or how well you planned. It just happens.

Between trying to wrap up Tyler’s book to send to the publisher, juggling work, Bandtober chaos, and everything going on with my dad…congestive heart failure, cancer, a bad lung, and now another major surgery.  I feel like I’m constantly holding my breath waiting for the next thing. And then there’s my Nanny, whose days are getting harder, and I can feel time quietly slipping through my fingers.

So today, I’m just admitting it:

I’m tired. I’m overwhelmed. And I might be letting some things go, maybe even my HOA role, because if it’s not adding peace or purpose, I just can’t hold it anymore.

But in the middle of the mess, there’s still beauty.

My son wants to take me bowling to celebrate my birthday  because he just wants to make me feel special.

And maybe that’s what really matters today. Not the forgotten toothbrush, or the one-arm shave, or the puddle of pee.

Just the reminder that even on the messiest days, I’m still showing up.

And that’s enough.