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Meal Prep Debate
When you buy something to help with meal prep. And it ends with the cat insulting your husband
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Mom Instincts are Right
A chaotic, magical morning with three children and a very brave black cat. Glitter, jelly, and floating babies collide in a humorous, enchanted household adventure. Perfect for fans of whimsical parenting, family magic, and fantasy humor.
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Birds, Cats, and a Moody Dishwasher: An Ordinary Day
“James — plate, sink. Now.” Monica’s voice carried the kind of authority only a long-suffering mother could summon: equal parts command, prayer, and thinly veiled threat. Four-year-old James had inhaled his dinner at warp speed, eager to return to whatever Lego-based crisis was unfolding in the next room. On the floor, baby Tara giggled as…
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The Magic of Snack Time (And Why I Try to Skip It)
What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can? I’m Monica—resident normal mom in a very not-normal family. My husband works in IT and just happens to be a wizard, my kids are learning to control their powers (emphasis on learning), and our cat is technically my husband’s familiar but…
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Pets Make the Chaos Softer
What is good about having a pet? Having a pet is one of those things everyone tells you is good for your mental health, and they’re right. Even if your pet happens to be a talking cat. Which mine is. His name is Clark. Yes, like that Clark. No, he does not wear glasses or…
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Mom Time
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…
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Ceiling Crumbs
Monica looked up at her children, who were currently on the ceiling eating crackers. Crumbs drifted down like fresh snow. They were in the dining room, where Monica had been attempting to sweep—a pointless effort now. The trash bin was already full of crumbs, and the air smelled faintly of lavender, the cleaning product she’d…
Witch, Please 