Just fed Lewis for his night time feeding, and currently he is smiling and giggling in his sleep. These moments, in the middle of the night, when it is just us and the silence, reset me. And in these moments, I don’t have a care in the world.

Between work, house hunting, Lewis, and sleep… I haven’t done any packing. We move the day after tomorrow, the papers signing it over are signed, and our house still looks like we live here.

But what should I expect out of myself when I can’t even find the time to feed myself proper food. We’ve been surviving on pizza and taco bell for the whole week.

It’s almost comical how chaotic my life is. I’m barely treading water anymore. I used to be good at things, but now I’m pulled so many directions that I can’t do anything well anymore.

New life goals: eat real food, and get to a point where my team and I don’t have to work evenings and weekends so I can spend that time with my child instead.