You made it through the holidays. You made it through the winter. You made it through the slow crawl of February and March and the false promise of spring. And then May showed up and somehow your calendar looks like December exploded on it.

You love your husband. You also sent that meme. Both things are true and you do not owe anyone an explanation for either one.

You have managed a schedule, mediated a conflict, answered seventeen questions before 9am, remembered the permission slip, rescheduled the appointment, and kept approximately four other people's lives running on time. And yet, standing in front of the refrigerator at 6pm, you cannot make one more decision to save your life.