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Let's all stop pretending for a minute, being a mom isn't Pinterest-perfect lunches, soft lighting and kids in matching linen outfits giggling over educational crafts. It's crumbs in every crevice of the couch, sticky fingers on every surface, and the soundtrack of "Moooooomm" on repeat from sun-up to whenever you finally collapse at night. And summer break? Summer break is its feral, unmedicated cousin that shows up uninvited, dumps glitter on your floor, eats everything in your pantry, and then cries because it's still hungry. I have 3 kids, yes, three humans that I'm responsible for keeping alive and guiding through life, and let me tell you - it's not the cute kind of chaos. I've got a teenager with a phone and an attitude, a preteen with Autism, ADHD, and a list long enough to roll out like Sant's scroll, and a younger son who has a learning disability and an unresolved Gi issue, which basically means, we do timed bathroom breaks, and he ...