Someone told me I was lucky to “just be at home.” So I invite them to join me for 48 hours with my house, my inbox, and my brain. I’ll even provide the snacks—probably Goldfish from the car floor.
You’ll see a pile of laundry that I have been saying I am about to start for three days. You’ll hear the microwave beeping from reheating my coffee for the third time. You’ll watch me answer emails while also Googling “how to fix a clogged toilet” and “is yogurt a complete dinner.”
And in between all that? I’m running a company, educating my children, managing meltdowns, chasing doctor referrals, solving sibling disputes, and trying to remember who still believes in the Tooth Fairy.
This isn’t a complaint. It’s a confession. A truth-telling. Because it’s messy here, but the mess is mine—and I love them enough to stay in it.
This blog is for every woman who’s ever felt invisible in the middle of a life she’s building from the inside out. If you’re tired, overlooked, or just trying to make it to bedtime without totally losing it… welcome home we have wine and day old cheese.
Crumbs and Chaos 
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