Everyone talks about summer like it is an exhale. No more school pickups. No more permission slips. No more 7am alarms. And then the last day of school happens, and you realize the structure that was holding your entire life together just walked out the door with a backpack full of half-used notebooks.

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.