Do you need time?

Do I need time?

Oh, you have no idea. Picture a world where every day feels like a whirlwind of spells and mischief, where I, Monica, am the ordinary mom trying to keep my three tiny wizards in check. My children aren’t just playful kids; they’re pint-sized sorcerers, each wielding powers that could rival the most skilled Hogwarts graduate. One moment, they’re charming cereal into a dancing breakfast, and the next, they’re teleporting pancakes—yes, pancakes—across the kitchen in a fit of giggles.

My husband, Jim, is a wizard with a knack for IT, having traded the excitement of the wizard council for the stability of computer screens. This leads to some very interesting dinner conversations (or the lack thereof, as he stares off into the void of coding). Together, we navigate the magical chaos of our home, where the ceiling occasionally sprouts tulips, and heartfelt discussions about sock origins erupt at the most inconvenient times.

In this enchanting yet exhausting realm, time is a precious commodity, as elusive as a spell gone awry. I dream of moments where I can sip my coffee while it’s still hot, craft a single paragraph of the TV show I’ve been promising to finish, or even think a complete thought before someone demands my attention with, “Mom! She turned my pancake into a frog!”

Mornings unfold in a symphony of cereal crunches, spell prevention tactics, and the delightful chaos of laughter and tears. Evenings? They bring the same magic, only with a few more dirty spoons and a touch of exhaustion.

I adore my children with all my heart, but I crave a slice of time—a brief interlude to rediscover the woman I was before I became their enchanted caretaker. Just enough time to remember who I am while navigating this wild adventure, where love and chaos dance hand in hand.

Join me on this journey of magic, mischief, and the quest for a quiet moment. Together, we might unravel the mysteries of parenting tiny wizards and discover the magic hidden in the everyday.