Last Thursday evening, I’m folding what feels like the thousandth load of laundry this week when I find a tiny sock – one of those impossibly small ones that belongs to my youngest. For some reason, holding this little sock made me pause and think about how someday I won’t be folding tiny socks anymore. … Read more
Last Sunday morning, I’m standing in our living room staring at what can only be described as the aftermath of a week where life happened faster than my ability to maintain basic household order. Toys scattered across the floor, mail piled on every surface, laundry baskets staged for folding but abandoned, and that general chaos … Read more
Last Tuesday was one of those days where everything that could go sideways decided to throw a coordinated attack on my mental health. The washing machine flooded, my teenager had a meltdown about a group project, work emails were demanding immediate responses to things that couldn’t actually be resolved immediately, and dinner was burning while … Read more
Last Thursday at 8 PM, I’m sitting in my kitchen looking around at what can only be described as the aftermath of a normal day with kids. Dishes in the sink, backpacks dumped by the door, someone’s art project covering half the table, and that mysterious sticky spot on the floor that I’ve stepped on … Read more
Wednesday morning last week, I made my bed before coffee – something that happens maybe once every lunar eclipse – and instead of my usual mental shrug, I actually stopped and felt proud of myself. Not Nobel Prize proud, but genuinely pleased that I’d accomplished something before 7 AM that would make my bedroom look … Read more
Last Sunday morning, I’m standing in the laundry room holding a single sock – navy blue with a tiny hole near the toe – and I realize I’ve been searching for its mate for approximately fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes of my actual life dedicated to sock archaeology, digging through clean laundry like I’m on some … Read more
Tuesday evening last week, I’m rushing to get dinner on the table when our kitchen sink decides to stage a full rebellion. Water starts backing up, then overflowing, then cascading onto the floor in a spectacular display of plumbing dysfunction that would be impressive if it wasn’t happening in my kitchen during the dinner rush. … Read more
Two weeks ago, I spent forty-five minutes arranging and rearranging throw pillows on our couch because they “didn’t look quite right” for a photo I wanted to post on social media. Forty-five minutes. Of my actual life. Dedicated to pillow positioning that literally nobody except me would ever notice or care about. Standing there fluffing … Read more
Last Sunday evening, I’m relaxing with a book when I hear my husband loading the dishwasher. Normally this would make me happy, except I can tell from the sounds that he’s committing what I consider crimes against efficient dish organization. Plates facing the wrong direction, bowls nested together where they won’t get clean, silverware thrown … Read more
Walking past the coffee shop last Tuesday, I caught myself staring longingly at the people sitting inside with their fancy drinks and books, looking like they had permission to spend money on themselves without guilt, while I calculated whether buying a $4 latte would somehow bankrupt our family or make me a selfish person who … Read more