I don’t know about in your home but this morning hit like a frying pan. The dogs were pacing, David was already at work and C was pretending he didn’t hear me calling his name. Breakfast was whatever I could grab — toast, a granola bar, maybe a leftover biscuit if the Bradley and Charlie didn’t inhale it last night. I held my coffee like it was the only thing keeping me upright and whispered, “Lord, it’s me again.” This is a day in the Cates family where grace meets chaos and says, “We’re doing this together.” And honestly? That’s the only reason I made it out of bed. Because…