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Tiny Pieces of Me
Motherhood is the art of becoming everything for everyone else. Chauffeur. Homework helper. Snack dispenser. Human calendar. Finder of the shoes that “just disappeared.” And somewhere in the mix, the me part gets lost. I used to have hobbies. I used to have a sense of style, a soundtrack, and ambitions that weren’t sandwiched between dance, guard…
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I Accidentally Joined Color Guard ( or a cult)
It started so innocently. One little volunteer shift during halftime. A harmless, “Sure, I’ll help.” I was just a supportive mom, standing on the sidelines, clapping like a normal person. Then my daughter’s meal plan got messed up. Instead of complaining, I decided to do something. Because that’s what reasonable, totally-not-overcommitted moms do, right? So I…
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Bath Time Barbie Battles
Tonight’s bath started out innocent enough. The girls were playing “bathtime Barbies,” splashing around, giggling. It was loud, but the happy kind of loud. Then, like kids do, it escalated. Suddenly, Barbie diplomacy failed and it turned into a full-blown water war. Screaming, splashing, and a fierce debate over which side of the tub belonged…
Crumbs and Chaos 