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 month, our upstairs bathroom light fixture died, leaving us with one working bulb that made the room feel like a horror movie set. I asked my husband to replace it on a Tuesday. Then again on Thursday. By the following week, I was using increasingly creative language to express my frustration about showering in … Read more
Last Saturday’s dinner party almost killed me, and it wasn’t from cooking stress or cleaning panic. It was from jumping up every three minutes to refill someone’s wine glass, grab another beer from the fridge, or hunt down the coffee pot for someone who wanted decaf. By the time dessert arrived, I’d logged approximately seventeen … Read more
Last Wednesday at 7 AM, I opened our microwave to heat my coffee and nearly screamed. The entire inside looked like a crime scene from a pasta sauce explosion. Crusty orange splatters coating the ceiling, mysterious chunks welded to the sides, and that smell that can only be described as “despair mixed with marinara.” My … Read more
There I was last Thursday afternoon, sitting on my couch staring at the basket of unfolded laundry while my eyelids felt like they weighed approximately forty pounds each, and my brain kept sending me urgent messages that I needed to sleep RIGHT NOW, but my internal productivity police were screaming that responsible adults don’t nap … Read more
You know that moment when you’re rushing around trying to get ready for work and you catch a glimpse of your bedroom in the mirror – unmade bed looking like a crime scene, clothes scattered across every surface, and that general aura of chaos that makes you feel like you’re failing at basic adulting before … Read more
If you’re living in a house where every single weeknight turns into a frantic vegetable chopping marathon while your family asks when dinner will be ready approximately every thirty seconds, and you’ve somehow turned the simple act of making a salad into a forty-minute production that involves crying over onions while your pasta boils over … Read more
If you’re living in a house where 4 PM hits every single day and you’re standing in your kitchen like a deer in headlights trying to figure out what the hell to feed your family while everyone starts asking “what’s for dinner?” approximately forty-seven times before you’ve even opened the refrigerator to stare hopelessly at … Read more
If you’re living in a house where you’ve become the chief entertainment officer, cruise director, and activities coordinator for tiny humans who somehow expect you to provide endless creative stimulation while you can barely remember if you brushed your teeth this morning, and you’ve started looking at other parents with professional entertainers’ envy wondering how … Read more
If you’re living in a house where “five more minutes” has become the official family motto and you’ve somehow become a hostage negotiator in your own living room, mediating complex international treaties over video game time while your kids have developed PhD-level skills in stalling tactics that would impress Congress, this timer method kids approach … Read more