Coming Back to Chaos

It’s a weird thing coming back into the chaos. The chaos of my kids. The noise, the movement, the demands, the emotions.

And it hits different depending on what I am coming back from. Spending time at work, or working at home, and then coming back into the chaos for me is a special kind of cocktail. But not a good one. It’s like the long island iced tea of over-stimulation. Way too much going on. Definitely not going to end well…