Ever notice how adulting is just a constant loop of saying, "Next week will be less crazy," and then it never is? It's like I'm living in a Groundhog Day remake, but instead of Bill Murray, it's me and my coffee maker on repeat. Just once, I'd like my to-do list to say, "Congrats, you finished everything! Now go take a nap!" But nope, it's more like "Surprise! You forgot to pay a bill and also, the fridge is empty." 😅 At this point, I'm convinced my life is a sitcom, and the universe is the laugh track.