09/08/2026
My neighbor pulled me aside one day and told me she was amazed at how many times my car showed up and left between 2:30 and 8pm.
She wasn't wrong.
Between two boys in year-round sports, grocery runs, errands, field trips, and a full-time job, my driveway was basically a pit stop. Baseball gear in, grocery bags out, permission slips somewhere in between.
My neighbor thought it was impressive. I thought it was just Tuesday.
What I didn't tell her was that by the time the last trip was done and the last bag was unpacked, I had nothing left. Not just tired. Empty in a way that sleep wasn't touching.
So I developed a system. I would lie down. Not because I was sick, but because "not feeling well" meant don't bother mom. It was the only way I knew how to get five minutes of quiet without having to explain myself or feel guilty about it.
I told myself it was just the season of life. Everyone was tired. This was just what it looked like.
And then one afternoon my son looked at me with this expression I still remember — not frustrated, not annoyed, genuinely concerned — and said, Mom, you're always not feeling well.
That was the moment I stopped telling myself this was just the season.
I started asking different questions. Not what should I try next, but what is actually going on.
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