The kitchen table had become a command centre: school letters, half-finished toast, crayons with no wrappers, a glue stick without a lid, and a mug of tea gone cold again. For a busy mum of three, there was rarely a clean surface, let alone a quiet hour. Somewhere between packed lunches, sensory meltdowns, lost PE kits, bedtime battles, and the constant hum of family life, she had started to feel like she had disappeared inside everyone else’s needs. Then an old bedside table