No rest for the wicked.

This week has been… a circus. And guess who’s the ringmaster? Yep. Me.

At work: impromptu meetings, networking events, employee issues, and my turn to cover Saturday and Sunday event sponsorships. Being the boss sometimes feels like herding cats in a thunderstorm. I tell my employees: “When you’ve got people in front of you, that’s your time to shine!” Instead, half of them act like deer in headlights. The other half decide to do the exact opposite-with attitude- and see what happens. Then I’m the bad guy. Cool, cool. Guess I’ll just go polish my villain crown.

At home: the tiny humans decided to double down on the chaos. Within five minutes, my house became a blanket fort, a snack crime scene, and a WWE wrestling match. Meanwhile, I’m over here asking life’s most important questions: Why is there peanut butter on the dog? Who put a lego in my coffee? Why is there a ketchup bottle in the bathtub? And why do I even bother asking- because the answer is chaos.

I try to sip my coffee like it’s liquid armor, but it’s lukewarm and judgmental. I remind myself: I’m not just surviving, I’m leading. Leading a team of humans, tiny and grown, through the madness. And yes, occasionally I have to wield my villain crown like a boss, because someone’s got to keep the circus from eating itself.

By the time I flop on the couch, I’m a little frazzled, a lot caffeinated, but still standing. Because this week might have been a circus… but the ringmaster? Still undefeated.

Confidently winging it—powered by chaos and caffeine.