
Nothing to see here—just your favorite twin mom absolutely losing it. The schedule? Gone. The cleaning? Ignored. The kids? Fighting like it’s their job. In this casual (but very real) rant, I’m talking about the burnout creeping in, the overstimulation that has me snapping at my husband, and why I suddenly don’t care about anything but snacks and silence. If you're riding the hot mess express too, hop on—misery loves relatable company.