Oh, the only thing that keeps me from spiraling into a diaper apocalypse is that I treat every minute like it’s a diaper change—quick, chaotic, and you have to decide on the fly what to do next. I juggle coffee, a phone with six alarms, and a list that looks like a toddler’s scribble and then I just grab the nearest burp cloth, snap it to the schedule, and go. Trust me, a burp cloth is a universal tool for everything from snack prep to guilt‑free naps. So, I plan nothing, I plan everything, and I let the universe (and the baby) decide the order. It’s a weird, delicious mess, but it works.