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Paperless Paperwork The School’s Favorite Sport
Omg. This. Freaking. School. It starts out simple: “Hey! Sign this form so your son can participate in robotics.” Cool. Love it. Robotics is awesome. I’m here for it. Except… the form is on Google Drive. And apparently, parents don’t deserve Google Drive access unless we have a district email. (Which, last I checked, we don’t.…
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Cold Lo Mein and Lessons That Last
The floorboards in Nanny’s hallway creaked like they were trying to rat me out. I’d tiptoe barefoot through the dark, heart pounding, convinced she could hear every step. The fridge light would flood the kitchen like a stage spotlight, and there it was…magic in a white carton: cold lo mein. At my house, takeout was…
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The Weekend I Planned to Rest (and the Week My Toddler’s Face Went Hitch)
I’m not a procrastinator. If something pops into my head, I do it…now. That’s how I survive life as a mom of many. So last weekend, I made a rare plan: rest. A whole Saturday of pajamas, maybe reading, maybe nothing. A reset day. Naturally, the universe laughed. Saturday “rest” turned into me hunched over the…
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The Color Guard Cult Strikes Again
When the color guard cult calls, you answer. This week’s sacred ritual? Sewing uniforms. Now, I haven’t used a sewing machine in 15 years, but how hard could it be? (Famous last words.) The bobbin alone had more moving parts that a NASA launch, the thread broke every three seconds, and at one point I…
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Choose You Every Day
We talk a lot about being invisible moms…the ones who fold socks no one notices, refill snacks before anyone asks, and quietly keep the house running. But lately, I’ve been feeling like an invisible wife, too. I love my husband. He isn’t careless or unkind. If anything, he’s too much of a people pleaser. It…
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Self Care is a Lie
Self-care is a lie. There, I said it. I don’t remember the last time I did something without kids. My only “me time” is between 1–2 a.m., when the house is finally quiet and I’m too tired to even enjoy it. Somewhere along the way, I convinced myself that showering and changing clothes counted as…
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Love Is A Potty Word
Potty training Harper has been… a battle I was not winning. She’s smart, she’s verbal, she gets it, and she flat-out refuses. Her official title? “The Big Girl Baby.” We’ve tried everything: stickers, toys, treats, even the promise of a beach house trip. Nope. She just looks me dead in the eye and says, “I’m…
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When the Children Raise Us
My oldest son turned 22 this week. Twenty-two. And I’m over here wondering how the hell that happened. It feels like I just learned how to hold a baby…how to burp him, how to rock him at 2 a.m. when I was too tired to stand. But at the same time, it feels like I’ve…
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Mommy Magic Never Expires
Last night, Harper couldn’t sleep. Which meant I couldn’t sleep. Which meant we were both awake in the middle of the night, tangled up in blankets and lullabies that didn’t quite work. Those hours are exhausting, yes, but also the kind I’ll miss one day. By the time morning hit, my older kids were already…
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I Might Have Just Auditioned for “So You Think You Can Dance”
I signed up for an adult dance class at my kids’ studio. A just-for-fun class. In my head, it was going to be Dirty Dancing magic, that scene where everything just clicks, my hips suddenly know what they’re doing, and I look like a total smoke show. Then my husband said, “Enjoy socializing with adults!” That’s when it hit…
Crumbs and Chaos 