I scrolled past posts like: “I’m glad this person died,” “This person was inherently evil, and now they're dead - oh well,” or “This person was the best, I can’t believe they’re gone.” And then one voice of reason: someone I know was from the other political side from the person who died wrote, “Nobody should have to die for the right to free speech.” That was it. One clear, level-headed post in a sea of nonsense.

Even now, two months later, when we drop Danielle off first, William insists I lift him to look through the window before he’s willing to walk to his classroom.

...And let’s be honest, I’m not entirely innocent here either. When company’s coming in 15 minutes and I don’t know where to shove the Amazon boxes, guess where they go? Yep. My space. Apparently, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

I am six kids in, and by now, I thought I had seen it all. But my two-year-old? He’s here to prove me wrong. Specifically, he’s invented something I like to call the silent fit.

Walking through my house can feel like stepping into a hurricane—except the storm is mostly Legos, laundry, and a few stray toys that multiply overnight. With six kids, a small business, and a day job, my house is never “perfect,” and honestly? That’s okay. Some of you might look at these rooms and think, “Oh wow, she’s a slob,” while others are silently sighing in relief that it’s not just them. Between hand-me-downs, overflowing closets, and the constant battle of keeping u

The bottom line? AI is a tool. It helps me clean things up, generate ideas, and even visualize my posts. But the heart of these blogs—the real, chaotic, messy, beautiful life of a mom of six—that can’t be faked. These posts are my life. And if they help even one person realize that real life isn’t perfect, then they’ve done their job.

The shift happens fast. At first I’m all, “Look at me, I’m an organized queen!” Then the mess creeps in, and suddenly I’m thinking, “Why should I even try? Nobody else is trying.” That little rebellious voice is dangerous, because the reality is—I’ll end up cleaning it anyway.

And what does this shy kid pick? The black. I laughed to myself, because I know he’s starting to notice girls, and honestly, that teal shirt would have been the ultimate “girl catcher.”

Last night I threw together a Chipotle-style dinner at home, and let me tell you—it was easy, cheap, and super satisfying. Only one kid halfway complained (which honestly feels like a win in this house).

When playing video games my husband and my boys (13 and 8) re pretty good at the fighting part of the game. My daughter and I? We’re more into the exploring side. But, being slightly competitive—and sometimes harassed by her brothers—my daughter likes to prove that she can take down the big monsters too...

There’s something magical about watching 11-year-old girls discover tulle, twirl in big dresses, and make Barbies live out their wildest adventures—especially when you realize it takes you straight back to your own childhood.

Caesar has had quite the journey. He spent four weeks in a cast, then the next week in a cone because the cast irritated his skin so badly he started trying to chew off his toes. After that came three more weeks of crate rest. We had three different enclosures scattered around the house for him:

Then I did it. I had been toying with the notion anyway. I closed the app, it was making me feel miserable anyway, and hit uninstall. A feeling of deep relief came over me, and then a strange sense of panic. What would I do to chill at night without Facebook?

A few weeks later, I got the rejection email. The team had chosen someone else. At first, I was relieved, really, I still am. Something better will come along. But in the moment, the plain toaster waffles that I was making for my late breakfast turned into a waffle sundae. 10x the calories.

Since Alexander just started kinder, he's migrated from being picked up about 6PM to being home at 3PM. With his recent ADHD diagnosis and his medication, about 4PM he comes off of his meds and hits the ceiling. I'm talking about full blown fits with stomping and crying and winding up, etc.

...So I went to ChatGPT and I typed in my daily schedule (below) and ChatGPT very politely said "You're nuts".

A Mom of Six Outlines the Toys that All of Her Kids have Played with throughout the years.

It's football season and our daily routine starts with a 6:30AM drop-off for my son, Henry. This means, at a very minimum we are waking...

Today I re-lived the miracle of my daughter in a few minutes. It seriously took forever to type, but only moments to remember. I also remembered that being too busy, too crazy, too stressed about life is a way that we block God out and let the evil one in. I've been down on life lately.

Sometimes, a trashed house can feel good, but no, I'm not a slob.