Constantly being in baby vomit and baby poop clothing. Mom bun. Coffee on deck. Sweats. Can’t go pee or poop by myself. Can’t snack alone unless I hide my snacks in vegetable cans. Constant tantrums. Or fighting with my oldest two. I finally did it y’all. I finally got a damn shower all to myself. No toddler running helicoptering his diaper in the air getting ready to jump in. No baby yelling at me for a bottle. No 6 and 7 year olds jumping down each other’s throats. Annnnnd I shall enjoy myself some Oreos when I get out in my own bed. I have no idea what just happened but praise baby Jesus.