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Packing With a Neurodivergent Family Is a Contact Sport
Packing for a trip used to mean throwing clothes in a bag and hoping for the best. Now it feels like preparing a small group of highly specialized, emotionally volatile scientists for space travel. There are lists. There are backups to the lists. There are emergency backups to the backups. And there is TSA who,…
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I Tried Not Nagging. This Is What Happened.
This year, I ran an experiment. Not a vision board. Not a cleanse. An experiment. I stopped managing my husband. Before anyone calls the authorities this wasn’t punishment. This was growth. He genuinely wants to help. He’s eager. He volunteers. He asks what he can do. So I handed over tasks. And then I did something radical.…
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I Went to Lowe’s for Paint and It Escalated
Today was a long day. Not the kind of long day where you forget to eat lunch. The kind of long day where you take down fourteen Christmas trees and still say that number out loud like it’s normal. Every room in our house has a theme. Every room. Which means every room also has…
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Packing Away What Still Holds Her
This week we took down Christmas. That sentence sounds simple. It isn’t. We’re the house with fourteen trees. Every room has a theme. Every corner holds a decision someone once said yes to. It’s joyful chaos while it’s up and a marathon when it comes down. But the part I always linger over is the…
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The Year I Broke My Oura Ring
The Year I Broke My Oura Ring I love my Oura ring. Truly. I do. But it does not have Mom Mode. And it sure as hell doesn’t have Working Mom With Multiple Hustles and a Marriage Mode. This week alone, I’ve accumulated ten hours of sleep debt. That’s not a flex. That’s a cry for help with eyeliner on.…
Crumbs and Chaos 