It was a Tuesday. It's always a Tuesday.
Dom was standing in the kitchen at 7:40am, holding a lunchbox in one hand and his third coffee in the other, when our son asked a perfectly reasonable question: "Daddy, why are you putting the milk in the cupboard?"
He didn't have an answer. He just stood there, holding the milk, looking at the cupboard, trying to remember what normal felt like.
That night, after bedtime, we sat on the couch and admitted something we'd both been avoiding. We weren't failing at parenting. We loved every chaotic minute of it. We were just completely running on empty, and no amount of coffee was fixing it.
So we started looking for something that would. We found two kinds of product: energy drinks that make you feel like a race car, and wellness brands that make you feel like a failure for not doing more. Nobody was making anything for parents who just wanted to feel like themselves again.
So we made it.
Not superhuman. Not optimized. Not a new you. Just you again.