Oh My Gosh What AI Can Do

Will Anything Ever Be Real Again?

Lately, I’ve been using voice-to-text to draft some of my blog entries. Most of the time, I think of these posts in the middle of getting kids ready for school, driving to daycare drop-offs, or during those tiny pockets of time when I don’t want to sit and type on my phone. Voice-to-text has been amazing. I can capture a thought in the moment—like something hilarious my five-year-old just said—and start a blog in 30 seconds.

The thing is, I’m a very rambly speaker. My voice-to-text drafts often come out all over the place. But I’m also a precise writer. I like to proof and proof and proof until I’m pink in the face, making sure the story is exactly what I want to say. With six kids, a business, and a day job, that kind of time isn’t always available.

So, I started experimenting with AI. I’d feed my rambly draft into ChatGPT and ask it to clean it up—keep the mom-centric, faith-forward tone, make it less rambly, but stay true to my message and my words. The results have been great. It gives me a solid first draft I can polish, double-checking that all the details—my kids’ ages, the story, the little nuances—are accurate, and when you ask it to use your words, it really keeps the majority of them.

Chat GPT always prompts at the end of a request to help you in some way. Sometimes it's a title, or a closing line, however, when cleaning up a post about my son struggling to find his shoes, it sent a prompt that I'd never seen before. Would you like me to write a few similar blog posts so you always have fresh content? Perplexed at how it was going to artificially tell my life story, I typed in, yes. It generated three short paragraphs, all intended to be their own blog, about typical mornings in a big family, but not my mornings in my family.

AI is good, but it can't fake real life.

I do use AI for alot of the silhouette style images that I post when I don't have a relevant image to share, and I noticed when I was in my blog's editor that they had AI options. I started with their image option, but it didn't quite hit the mark. Then I noticed a blog generation option. All I had to do was type in a paragraph about what I wanted the blog to be about. I didn't try this one, but it made me wonder.

What is real anymore? In a few years will anything online actually be real?

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.

If you're curious about what ChatGPT gave me, here they are (not real life):

1. The Great Breakfast Debate

This morning started like most others: a whirlwind of backpacks, breakfast, and “Where is your other sock?” I asked the kids what they wanted for breakfast, and suddenly it became a national debate. “Cereal!” “No pancakes!” “I want toast!” Five minutes later, I realized the toaster was still unplugged, half the cereal was on the floor, and my coffee was cold. By the time we sat down to eat, three kids had switched their minds twice, someone had spilled milk on the homework, and I had eaten a granola bar while standing. Breakfast? Conquered. Chaos? Absolutely.

2. The Mystery of the Vanishing Backpack

It’s 7:10 a.m., and we’re all rushing out the door. I ask Alexander where his backpack is. He looks at me blankly. I check under the bed—nothing. Behind the couch? Nothing. Kitchen table? Nope. Fifteen minutes of frantic searching later, my husband finds it… sitting neatly on the chair he’s been using all morning. Apparently, the backpack had been right there the whole time, mocking us with its very existence. Five-year-old logic: simple, yet devastating.

3. The Pajama Sneak

One morning, I caught my 5-year-old sneaking downstairs in his pajamas, even though he had been dressed for school. “Why are you still in your pajamas?” I asked. “Because my clothes are too itchy,” he said, as if this explained everything. I tried reasoning. I tried bribing. I finally gave up and let him wear a hoodie over his PJs, because at that point, survival—mine and his—was more important than fashion. Some days, the wardrobe battle is lost before it even begins.

Here is to being real,

Kristian

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Kristian is a mom of six, Program Manager by day, active Professional Photographer by trade, and a big believer in finding beauty in the everyday chaos.

Life in our house is loud, messy and full of literally everything. Love, noise, laundry, laughter, and definitely could use a bit more grace. I'm happily married to my best friend, grounded in my Catholic faith, and fueled by five to six hours of sleep per night and adrenaline.

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