

It was 10pm last Monday night when I found myself frantically scrounging for enough ingredients to make birthday cupcakes for my son to bring to daycare.
Flour was everywhere, I was googling "egg replacements" — since it turned out we had none — and I silently seethed at my husband for sitting on the couch (for the first time all day) rather than helping me out by meticulously cataloguing my son's birthday gifts.
Meanwhile, my brain was working through a list of people who are definitely mad at me and tasks I was behind on.