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Apparently, Motherhood Is a Scheduling Conflict
I always thought being a parent gave you certain privileges. Turns out, if you’re not careful, someone else will use your kids as the reason you’re suddenly “not enough.” This is how I lost a title I’d been promised for years.
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I Spend a Week Not Buying a Steamer
I live with a wizard, a talking cat, and three children who treat the floor like a buffet. Naturally, I spend a week researching a steamer mop while everyone—including the cat—has strong opinions about my cleaning abilities and absolutely no intention of helping.
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The One Where Dinner Turns Out to Be Worldbuilding
My husband took my blog idea seriously. The talking cat wanted top billing. The kids accidentally enchanted a toy. This was supposed to be a simple dinner conversation, but apparently I live in a fantasy novel now.
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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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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…
Witch, Please 