The Morning That Changed Everything Three weeks into last school year, I hit rock bottom. I was standing in my kitchen at 6:45 AM, juggling a burning toaster, a fourth-grader’s missing science project, and my own workout gear that I’d optimistically laid out the night before. My daughter was crying about her hair, my son was complaining that his “good” socks were somehow dirty, and I hadn’t even started my coffee. Meanwhile, my husband was already at work, leaving me to solo-parent the morning chaos while desperately clinging to my resolution to exercise before work. Something had to give. And…