January 10, 2026 began with Eve and the girls still here from the night before. Eve and I didn't wake up first—the girls did. And they didn't wake up quietly.
They woke up loud.
Running.
Fighting.
Making messes faster than they could be cleaned.
For hours, it felt like nonstop chaos. The kind where there isn't even space to think, only react.
Overwhelm and Survival Mode
I'll be honest—today pushed me. Hard.
Between the noise, the fighting, and the constant defiance, I hit a point where I was simply overwhelmed. I didn't make a proper breakfast or lunch. Not out of neglect, but exhaustion. The girls kept sneaking snacks after being told not to, and eventually, I just... let it go.
They weren't starving.
They were eating.
And I didn't have the energy to turn every moment into another battle.
If they had listened when I asked them not to eat snacks, I probably would have made a real meal. But today, survival mode won.
Changed Plans and Cold Water Anyway
We had planned to go to Wekiwa Springs, but the day didn't cooperate. The water is cold this time of the year, and with a high of only around 80 degrees, it just didn't feel like the right move.
That didn't stop the girls from putting on bathing suits and playing in water anyway—right in the backyard. Loud, splashy, and wild... but at least contained.
Sometimes "not the plan" is still something.
Choosing to Give Instead of Shop
For dinner, I decided to make chili and—without planning it—agreed to another sleepover. The girls were originally supposed to go home.
Eve's mom had asked us to go shopping so she could cook dinner for her husband before he got home from being away for five days.
Instead, I chose something else.
I cooked his dinner for him.
Chicken Parmesan. From scratch.
Then I brought it to her house.
It wasn't necessary.
It wasn't expected.
It just felt right.
A small gesture—but one rooted in care, not obligation.
A Long Night and Small Moments of Peace
After that, I came back home, ate, and did a bit of cleaning—though nowhere near enough. I simply didn't have it in me.
Getting the girls to bed turned into another drawn-out battle. Eventually, I had Isabella sleep in the living room, and she passed out almost immediately.
Eve's girls... not so much.
It took hours.
But finally—quiet.
Ending the Day Softly
Once the house settled, Eve and I had some affectionate time together and put on Beauty and the Beast (live action)... again. At some point, the movie faded into the background, and we both fell asleep, cuddled close.
Despite the chaos.
Despite the exhaustion.
Despite a day that felt like too much.
We ended it gently.
Not every day is about doing things right.
Some days are about making it through—
and still choosing kindness where you can.
January 10 was messy, loud, and draining.
But it still held love.
And sometimes, that's enough.