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Feel Guilty for Sitting Down and Other Unhinged Thoughts
I don’t feel guilty for yelling. I don’t feel guilty for losing my patience. I feel guilty for sitting down. Somewhere out there, a mom is boarding a cruise ship with a margarita and zero emotional baggage. I’m apologizing to my kids because I worked on my book for twenty-seven minutes and didn’t fold laundry while…
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Bowling Alley Addition
Today I sat down to write this Tuesday post and… nothing came out. Not a joke, not a moment of chaos, not even a sarcastic thought about laundry. Just numb. Foggy. The kind of tired that doesn’t even feel dramatic…just heavy. So instead of forcing something funny, I reached into the vault. And wouldn’t you…
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Burping Jeeps, Muddy Boots, and a Whole Lot of Feelings
Yesterday should’ve been simple. But you know me…simplicity and I are not on speaking terms. I spent 4.5 hours deep-cleaning my house for a mother-in-law visit that wasn’t even happening. Not because she’d care (she wouldn’t), but because there is a special level of clean that only appears when your brain whispers, “Pretend important company is coming.” I…
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The Great Wine Heist of 2025
(AKA: Why I’m Packing 27 Gallons of Hot Cocoa Instead) If you ever need a lesson in emotional resilience, don’t read a self-help book. Just order wine online and wait for UPS. Yesterday was supposed to be simple: wine arrives, I pack like a functioning adult, we leave for our cozy little family getaway, I…
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The Day Harper Painted the Floors
There are moments in motherhood when you look around your house and think, “I’m being held hostage… by someone who can’t pronounce spaghetti.” Today was one of those days. Harper, my three-year-old tornado in a tutu, decided to be a big girl. And by “big girl,” I mean she quietly tiptoed into Lynnlee’s room, swiped a…
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Burnt Popcorn, Cold Coffee, and New Bangs
The day started out perfect the kind of rare, quiet morning you want to trap in a snow globe. I woke up next to my two youngest after a girls’ sleepover because they’re still young enough to think mom snuggles are the best part of the night. We giggled, watched cartoons, and I actually styled my…
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The Square Pumpkin and the Season of Us
For five years now, we’ve gone to the same pumpkin patch. The same hay bales. The same overpriced pumpkin treats. The same “perfect photo spot” that never quite works out because someone’s crying, someone’s sticky, and someone (dad) is wondering how much longer I have to pretend to enjoy the petting zoo. But every year,…
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Bandtober Month~~The Part of the Cult They Didn’t Warn You About
Welcome, fellow survivors, to the chaotic, caffeine-fueled world of Bandtober. If you’ve ever been sucked into the whirlwind of high school band life (especially during the notorious month of October) you already know: this is not for the weak, the well-rested, or the glitter-averse. For the uninitiated, consider this your warning: proceed with caution, humor, and a…
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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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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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Crumbs and Chaos 