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Evenings are supposed to be calm, but getting to that point takes time and a lot of patience. By the end of the day, everyone is tired, including me, which somehow makes everything a little harder. The routine starts with baths, getting everyone in, washed, and out without turning the bathroom into complete chaos.

After that, it’s pajamas, brushing teeth, and trying to keep things moving without anyone getting distracted. There’s always someone who doesn’t want to brush their teeth or suddenly decides they’re not tired. I find myself repeating the same things over and over, just trying to keep the routine on track.

Once we finally get to bed, it doesn’t end there. Some nights everything goes smoothly, and they settle down quicker than I expect. But most nights, it feels like it takes forever. There’s always one more thing, one more story, one more drink of water, one more question, or one more reason to get out of bed. Just when I think they’re finally settled, I hear footsteps again.

It can be frustrating, especially when I’m exhausted and just want a few minutes to myself. But I try to remind myself to be patient. These moments feel long right now, but I know they won’t last forever. One day, I might actually miss the extra hugs and the “one more story” requests.

Eventually, it starts to quiet down. The lights are off, the voices fade, and the house slowly settles. I’ll check one last time to make sure everyone is asleep, and then I finally sit down.

That moment, when everything is quiet, is one of the only times in the day where I can fully breathe. No one needs anything, no one is calling my name, and for a little while, everything slows down. It doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to reset before doing it all over again the next day. However, I would not change this for the world.