We’re a natural family planning family. And if you can’t imagine—it hasn’t exactly worked out the way we originally thought. When my...

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.

Big Family Life Is Like a Chess Game Big family life is a lot like chess. And I say that as someone who does not play chess . I tried a...

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.

When I was a kid, I had my own measuring sticks for what it meant to be rich. Not money in the bank, not fancy cars, not vacations to...

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).

And the kicker? Today I’m cleaning the house before the housekeeper comes. If that isn’t some kind of poetic oxymoron, I don’t know what is. Cleaning before the cleaner. But it’s not fair to her to walk into a house that looks like six kids each spun their own personal tornado inside it. Dirty socks, random wrappers, and mysterious items that nobody wants to touch—not even me, and they’re my kids.

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.

This morning was like most mornings in our house. Henry was up at 6:00, took a quick shower, and I dropped him at football. By 6:35 I was...

If there’s any advice I could give my kids about their future, it would probably center on two things: Marry somebody who truly wants to...

When we first moved into this ridiculously large house, we only had three kids (though we were planning our fourth). At the time, we even...

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".