You wake up already behind. Coffee doesn't help anymore.
By 10am, you've refereed three meltdowns, negotiated two sensory battles, and your willpower battery is already flashing red.
The gym membership you bought in January? Gathering dust.
That meal prep Sunday? Became takeout Tuesday through Saturday.
Here's what nobody tells you:
Those programs weren't designed for parents managing neurodivergent chaos.
They assume you have endless willpower when yours is already spent keeping tiny humans alive and regulated.
You're not failing.
The system is failing you.