You love your children deeply. You care about your career. And most days, you feel exhausted in ways that don’t show on the outside.
You rush from meetings to school pickup. You hustle kids to practices and extracurriculars. You pack snacks, sign permission slips, refill water bottles, and coordinate playdates.
You’re the one who gets the call when your child is sick. The one who remembers spirit days. The one who tracks birthdays, emotional meltdowns, and homework deadlines.
You carry groceries in one hand and your laptop in the other.
You are the default parent.
And somewhere along the way, you became responsible for holding everything together.