Some days, motherhood is love & joy & messy grace.

Some days, it’s grief with a “no spill” (99.9% lies) sippy cup.

I love my kid. I do not always love this job.

I am not a perfect mother, but I am a present one – even when I’m exhausted, raging, or crying in the pantry.

This space is where I speak about the things I never felt safe enough to say out loud before.

• If you’re here, maybe you are tired too.
• Maybe you are healing too.
• Maybe you are clawing your way back to yourself one meltdown & Goldfish cracker at a time too.
• May our claw clips – not stab us or randomly snapped closed in our midst of application today.
• May our nail polish stay 80% unchipped.
• May our coffee stay extra caffeinated due to the shortened work week but still have all the expectations of a full one… right?

Welcome.

You are not alone.

Xoxo ♡