I've been getting this question a lot lately. "How are you doing?" It's a good one and one that, were time travel possible, I would come from six months ago and ask Today-Me. We're doing really well, thanks for asking. We're sleeping decently, no one person is crying too much (though we have all shed a few tears), and the days are hectic but completely do-able.
Make no mistake, there is chaos to spare. At any given time a portion of my home, brain, and life look like this:
but the other part looks like this.
There seems to be no way around this. I simply cannot have all my ducks in a row right now. I suspect this is normal, and I choose not to feel bad about it. As long as I can answer some of the more pressing emails, can put food in our mouths at some point each day, and can walk from one place to another without stepping on too many cracker crumbs... awesome.
Honestly though, bring on the cracker crumbs. I've got the better end of this trade.