I cleaned out my closet and found the real culprit behind my exhaustion: swimsuit inserts.
You know the ones — the tiny foam triangles we’re somehow supposed to keep track of while juggling kids, work, hormones, and life.

This is a love letter to mental load, motherhood, and the moment I decided I’m done covering up — literally and figuratively.
If you’ve ever felt tired of managing everything, this one’s for you. 💛

I can’t be the only one who has a secret love obsession with a clean kitchen and their kitchen sink.

Right?

"Life with kids is nothing short of a whirlwind—filled with laughter, chaos, and the occasional glittery tiara. Over the past couple of weeks, my home has been a hub of holiday magic, creative messes, and endless dishes. In this post, I’m diving into the beautiful, exhausting reality of parenting, the little joys I find in everyday tasks, and why something as simple as a clean sink can feel like pure bliss. Grab a cup of coffee (or your favorite cleaning supply!), and let’s celebrate the magic and madness of it all!"

Normalizing failure is such a hard thing to do. But what if we gave ourselves love and grace instead of hardship and pain!

Parenting is hard…. between sarcasm, tears and yelling, it takes a village to lift you up!