Some mornings, I feel like I’m moving through honey… slow, sticky, but kind of sweet in its own way. 🥹🪿 There’s a baby on my hip, someone asking for a snack before breakfast, and coffee that’s somehow already cold. It’s not quiet, but it’s ours. The house feels alive — toys everywhere you step, sunlight sneaking through curtains, the soundtrack of little voices filling every corner. Solo mornings as a mom of 5 are not always *peaceful*… but it is a perfect reminder to ✨embrace the chaos✨ & that even when everything’s loud, I can still choose slow. Here’s to the mornings that don’t look aesthetic — but somehow still feel beautiful. p.s. I never got out of those pjs and still wearing them on solo day 2. 🙈