There I was last Sunday, sitting on my bedroom floor with a mountain of clean socks that looked like a textile avalanche had occurred in my laundry basket, trying to match pairs while questioning why I apparently owned forty-seven slightly different shades of black socks that all looked identical until you tried to actually pair … Read more
Walking into my bedroom used to feel like navigating an obstacle course designed by someone who hated floor space. Winter coats draped over the exercise bike I never used, summer sandals scattered around the closet floor, and approximately forty-seven pairs of shoes creating this treacherous pathway between the door and my dresser that required actual … Read more
Picture me last Wednesday at 11:30 PM, standing in my linen closet like some kind of deranged fabric archaeologist, pulling out random sheets and pillowcases trying to find a matching set for the guest bed because my mother-in-law was arriving at 8 AM the next morning and I’d just discovered that the “clean” sheets on … Read more
World War III broke out in my shower. My fourteen-year-old was screaming because someone had used the last of “her” expensive shampoo, my twelve-year-old was yelling back that it wasn’t even hers to begin with, and my husband was standing there dripping wet trying to find his body wash while bottles crashed to the shower … Read more
Well, last Wednesday when I opened my freezer looking for ground beef for tacos and found myself playing the world’s most expensive guessing game with a collection of mystery packages wrapped in aluminum foil. Was that lump chicken breasts from three months ago or the leftover pot roast from last week? I had no freaking … Read more
Let me tell you about last Tuesday morning at 6:47 AM when my eight-year-old announced she needed to make French toast for her school project that was due THAT DAY, and I opened the refrigerator to find exactly zero eggs, no milk, and bread that had somehow transformed into a science experiment overnight. Standing there … Read more
If you’re living in a house where the electricity goes out and suddenly everyone acts like the apocalypse has arrived, and you’re stumbling around in the dark trying to find a working flashlight with dead batteries while your kids have complete meltdowns because the WiFi is gone and they can’t watch Netflix, this power outage … Read more
If you’re living in a house where every single request from your kids turns into a complex decision-making process that would challenge Supreme Court justices, and you’ve become a human Magic 8-Ball who spends more time saying “no” than actually breathing while your children have perfected the art of asking for exactly what you don’t … Read more
If you’re living in a house where every moment of every day is filled with “Mom, Mom, MOM!” requests and you can’t remember the last time you sat down for five consecutive minutes without someone needing something, asking for something, or breaking something that requires immediate intervention, this quiet time box system is for you. … Read more
If you’re living in a house where every single mess is followed by a chorus of “It wasn’t me!” and you’ve become a forensic investigator trying to figure out which kid left their wet towel on the bathroom floor, spilled juice on the counter, or abandoned their backpack in the hallway, this color coded organization … Read more