Last night wasn’t exactly restful. The baby had one of those agitated sleeps, the kind where they toss, turn, and fuss just enough to keep you in that half-asleep, half-alert state all night. I kept hoping for a stretch of deep sleep, but it never really came. By the time morning arrived, I felt like I had barely closed my eyes.

Of course, mornings don’t pause just because I’m tired. My eldest woke up ready for breakfast, only for us to discover that we were completely out of her favorite cereals. Cue disappointment and a small morning crisis. And as if to add a little extra chaos to the mix, our cat decided that this was the perfect moment to throw up a hairball—right in the middle of it all. Because why not?

To top it off, the weather is dull and foggy right now. Normally, I love fog. It has that cozy, moody charm that makes you want to curl up with a hot coffee and light some candles. But today, instead of feeling peaceful, it just makes me feel a little… off. Maybe it’s the exhaustion catching up with me, or maybe it is just one of those days where everything feels a bit heavier.

Still, as I sit here sipping my (much-needed) coffee, I remind myself that mornings like these are just part of the ride. The tiredness will pass, the cereal will be restocked, and the cat… well, she’ll probably do it again. But for now, I’ll take a deep breath, enjoy my coffee, and hope that tonight brings a little more sleep.

Here’s to better mornings ahead.