This morning, I forgot my pants.

Not all the way, don’t worry, leggings were involved. But I walked out the door with one kid holding a juice pouch, one with a bag full of everything except the iPad we needed, screaming don’t leave me I need my headphones in her adorable two year  old way  … Meanwhile, I’m standing in the yard wondering why my thighs feel extra breezy and the neighbors ran back inside. 

This is the kind of chaos no one prepared me for. 

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There are days ~okay, most days ~ where getting out the door feels like prepping for an Olympic sport . We need water bottles, shoes, devices, a backup pair of underwear (and that’s just for me). And somewhere in between corralling kids and finding the missing right sock of destiny, I lose pieces of myself.

Not just my sanity~don’t worry that’s almost gone too~ but pieces of my attention, my presence, my softness. I trade them for productivity, planning, and survival.

I’m writing Crumbs and Chaos because these moments…the funny ones, the frustrating ones, the ones where you wonder how anyone ever has time to mop~they matter.

They’re the chaos that creates us. 

That motherhood isn’t just love and lessons. It’s decision fatigue. It’s mental gymnastics. It’s overwhelming joy and guilt. It’s praying your kid didn’t really just grab that lollipop off the asphalut  and lick it. 

And sometimes, it’s forgetting your pants.

So if you’re out here doing your best, showing up  with Cheerios in your hair  and a heart that’s pulled in 72 directions… this space is for you. You don’t have to clean up to come here.

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Come sit in the chaos with me. I’ll bring the coffee. You bring the grace. Together we survive