Dear me, I see you. Sitting on the bathroom floor for just one minute of quiet. The kids are yelling (again), there’s dried up yogurt drink on your shirt, and you’re not sure if you’ve had lunch or just finished your kid’s leftover granola bar. This is the thick of it. I know you’re tired – like soul-deep tired. I know your body aches from carrying children, laundry baskets, emotional weight. I know your brain feels foggy some days, and the to-do list never seems to shrink, no matter how many things you check off. But I want you to know: You are doing it. Even when it doesn’t feel…