If stillness had a competition, I’d be disqualified before breakfast. My Saturday started at the lovely hour of 5:30 a.m., fueled by sheer willpower and an oversized mug of coffee. Breakfast? A blur of scrambled eggs before I was out the door, chauffeuring my high schooler to a 7 a.m. swim practice. It wasn’t glamorous, but it got the job done.

As much as I wanted to crawl back into bed afterward, I had a mission: to finish the family calendar I mentioned in Tuesday’s blog. Spoiler alert: I crushed it.