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Because sipping it hot is a luxury I gave up around kid #2. It’s 7:00 a.m. My alarm goes off—again—and I can already hear the shuffle of tiny feet (or is that my 14-year-old dragging herself out of bed). Coffee’s brewing, but I know better than to get excited. The likelihood of it staying hot is about as high as my chance of winning the lottery. In this house, coffee is never hot for long, and…

If you’ve ever tried to plan a wedding with kids in the mix, you know it adds a whole other level of fun, chaos, and memory-making. Our big day is getting closer,June 7th! and the kids? Well, they might just be more excited than we are. 🥰 🩷🩵🩷 From trying on outfits to practicing walking down the “aisle” in the living room, this wedding is not just ours it’s theirs too. 🧁 My youngest (our…

Some mornings are loud. Some are pure chaos—someone forgot their gym shorts, the dog knocked over her water bowl, and no one knows where the charger went. But every now and then, something shifts. I catch a quiet moment, and there she is—my 14-year-old daughter, curled up in the corner of the couch, totally lost in a book. And there I am, coffee in hand (usually cold by now), just soaking it…

Some mornings start with peace and quiet.Most of mine start with a kid asking where their socks are, the dog trying to sit on me, and my coffee already cold. ☕😂 I used to think I needed to have it all figured out before I could share my life. But now I know: it’s the chaos that tells the real story. ☕ The Coffee That Gets Reheated (Again… and Again) There’s something oddly symbolic about my…

I dream of a clean house.Like, sparkling floors, everything in its place, laundry folded the same day it’s washed… sigh.But then I look around, trip over a backpack, spot a mystery stain on the couch, and remember—I live with three kids, two pets, and a very full life. Let’s be honest: the clean house dream is cute—but the messy house reality is real. I used to think I failed if my house wasn’t…

Anxiety and I? We’ve been through it. It’s been the loud voice in my head, the weight in my chest, the thing that made me second-guess myself a hundred times before ever hitting “publish” on a blog post like this. But I’m here—writing, sharing, living—and that alone is a win. 💪 It Started with Overthinking For as long as I can remember, I’ve been an overthinker. I would replay conversations in…

One Week. Six Birthdays. Zero Chill. If you think May is just about flowers and warmer weather, think again. In my house (and pretty much my entire circle), the first week of May might as well be its own holiday. It’s not “May Day” anymore—it’s “Birthday Blitz Week.”We’ve got six celebrations in seven days. Yes. SIX. Let me break it down for you: May 1st – My son turns 13. A teenager. Hold…

Somewhere between LEGO explosions, lost water bottles, and hockey sticks left in the hallway—I blinked, and my little boy started turning into a young man. My son is about to be 13. Thirteen. A full-blown teen. And while I’m still trying to wrap my head around that, I can’t help but look at him and feel a mix of pride, awe, and… let’s be honest, mild panic.He’s all heart and hustle, with a love…