To all the moms out there with a list a mile long who feel absolutely defeated when nothing gets checked off… I see you. I’ve been you. I AM you. Probably right now. Every morning I try. I really do. I make a plan in my head (or on paper, or on my phone… because apparently one list isn’t enough). TO DO: Fold the laundry that’s been living in bins in the kitchen for two days. Clean the bathrooms. Vacuum. Wash the floors. You know—the usual “I will absolutely not finish this” l

As we head into the last day of school before Christmas break, I’m reminding myself to breathe. To slow down. To let things go. This season is beautiful, but it’s also loud, messy, overstimulating, and exhausting—especially as a mom. I find it hard some days to keep my girls entertained while I’m tending to Cyrus and juggling the never-ending list of things that need to be done. Laundry, dishes, meals, appointments, cleaning up messes that somehow appear out of nowhere… all w

It’s hard. It’s messy. It’s exhausting. Yet somehow, people still have the audacity to say, “You get to stay home all day… that must be so nice. That’s so easy.” If you have never experienced being a stay-at-home mom… respectfully… keep your mouth shut. Yes — sometimes it is nice being home with my babies. I won’t deny that. I get the cuddles. I get the moments. I get to watch the milestones happen in real time. And I am deeply grateful for that. But the ugly side? The unfilt

I used to hate  mornings. The grogginess, the puffy eyes, and worst of all…leaving the comfort of my nice, warm bed. I love sleep—let’s...

So much has happened since my last post. Honestly, I feel like I’ve been swallowed whole by harvest, homemaking, and kids’...

“That’s my toy!” “Give it back!” “I don’t want you for a sister anymore!” Those are just a few of the daily catchphrases I hear from my...

Back-to-school season is here, and with it comes a whole new kind of chaos. Between shopping for hockey, dance, and jiu jitsu gear, bracing for a possible teacher strike, and diving straight into harvest, life on the farm is anything but calm. Add in meltdowns (from kids, the dog, and maybe me), cold coffee on repeat, and suppers in the field — and you’ve got the recipe for September survival.

Kids stuff, baby stuff ... just STUFF! I always heard about nesting  when you’re pregnant. You know — the uncontrollable urge to clean,...