My hands trembled with rage as I stood in the doorway of what used to be my clean, organized house. Before leaving for my work trip, I had gone above and beyond to make life as simple as possible for my husband and kids.
I meal-prepped an entire week’s worth of dinners, did all the laundry, and even laid out the kids’ outfits by day to ensure everything went smoothly.
Now, a week later, the sight in front of me was nothing short of chaos. Dirty dishes were piled high in the sink, random toys and clothes were scattered across every surface, and my once-cozy bed was buried under a mountain of laundry. The fridge was empty, save for a few half-eaten leftovers, and the trash can was overflowing.
My first thought was to cry. My second thought was to turn around and get back on the plane. But instead, I dragged my suitcase inside and began assessing the damage, fury bubbling under the surface
