Non-stop, Zero Done

You ever have one of those days where you feel like you’re going non-stop but somehow end the day wondering what, exactly, you accomplished? Yeah. Let’s talk about that—because that was my day.

All three kids were home today. The girls are feeling under the weather, which automatically means extra clingy, and Cyrus… well, Cyrus is my sidekick. We don’t go anywhere without each other. He’s just along for the ride, preferably attached to me, judging my life choices.

Yesterday, I did a ton of laundry. I was feeling productive. Accomplished. On top of my life. I told myself, “Tomorrow all I have to do is fold it and put it away.”

First of all—who do I think I am?

Did I fold laundry today?

Some of it.

Did I put it away?

Absolutely not.

Instead, my day consisted of a constant soundtrack of:

“Mom, can I have a yogurt?” (approximately 50 billion times)

“Mom, can you make us a smoothie?”

“Mom, can you make me a sandwich?”

…asked immediately after they had just eaten lunch. At that point, I questioned everything. My sanity. My parenting. Reality itself.

And listen—I love my kids. I really do. But today? Today I just couldn’t. And I didn’t. Some days you’re a gentle, patient mom. Other days you’re running purely on caffeine, sarcasm, and the hope that bedtime comes quickly.

Meanwhile, I have a sweet little baby who is perfectly content—until he’s hungry. Or tired. Or simply decides he’s done being chill. I’m exhausted. Like bone-deep, “I just want to lay down

and stare at the ceiling” tired. I want a nap. I want a hot shower. I want silence. Actual silence.

But the show must go on.

Supper is on the go. The laundry pile is still sitting there, silently mocking me. I’m watching the clock, waiting for my hubby to get home from farming so I can go hide in the bathroom and just take ten. No touching. No talking. Just me and the sound of the shower pretending I’m at a spa.

And because the universe loves a good plot twist… we also started calving.

So yeah. There’s that.

Some days you don’t check a single thing off your to-do list. Some days productivity looks like keeping kids fed, loved, and alive while running on empty. And honestly? That still counts.

Survival mode is still a mode.

And today—I survived. ☕🐄💛