I realized I’d forgotten the candles at 4:12 p.m., standing in the Target parking lot with a rogue balloon trying to escape my trunk like it had a better party to get to. My middle kid was texting me “where r u” in all lowercase panic, and I was doing the math on my phone…
Last year I went full “Pinterest mom” and dropped $63.82 on three separate Easter baskets, all coordinated and color-coded like I had staff. My youngest dumped the shredded paper on the floor, my middle tried to eat a waxy bunny candle (why was that in there?), and my oldest asked if we could just go…
Last year, I was sitting on the hallway carpet on December 23rd with a calculator app open and a bag of random stocking stuffers from Target rolling around my feet like tumbleweeds. I had three kids, a half-wrapped box that looked like a lopsided brick, and that specific kind of panic you only get when…
At 6:12 p.m. on October 30th, I was standing in my laundry room holding a half-empty bottle of OxiClean like it was going to solve my entire life. My middle kid had just informed me—casually, like he was telling me we were out of bananas—that he “needed” a costume for school the next morning. Not…
On September 28th, I was sitting on my laundry room floor folding tiny socks that never match, when my email pinged with a Target circle offer I’d ignored all summer. My middle kid yelled, “Mom, the glue stick is stuck!” and I thought, Cool, same. Then I looked at my calendar and realized I could…