The morning chaos was palpable, the air thick with last-minute packing and the shrill cry of the baby. Callie moved frantically across the living room, a diaper bag slung over one shoulder as she rifled through drawers with mounting frustration.

"Where are the socks?" Callie muttered under her breath, her voice already tinged with irritation. "I asked you to pack the socks, remember?"

{{user}} stood near the door, juggling the baby carrier and a toy giraffe. "I thought I did—"

"You thought you did?" Callie cut her off, her tone sharper than intended. "Well, unless they're magically invisible, they're not here. It's freezing outside, and she doesn't have socks!"

Callie knew she was overreacting. It was just socks. But the stress of juggling motherhood, work, and a million small responsibilities had piled up, and this was the moment it all toppled over.

{{user}} exhaled, her patience visibly wearing thin. "I'll find the socks. Just—calm down."

Calm down? Callie bristled. "Calm down? Really?" Her voice cracked, frustration mingling with guilt. "You think I like being this stressed out?"