Personal Blogs

Today has been… a lot. Between the pups turning the house into a WWE ring, three kids all needing something at the exact same moment, and a man-child husband who seems blissfully unaware that I’m running a one-woman circus, I’m currently powered by caffeine, sarcasm, and sheer willpower.

At work, the day went downhill fast. I didn’t get the promotion because apparently, I haven’t been in the job long enough, so I couldn't even apply— yet the person who’s been there longer (and has roughly zero qualifications) did. Of course, I congratulated them with my best “I’m totally fine” smile while mentally drafting my resignation letter. Everyone noticed I wasn’t my usual bubbly self: “What’s wrong?” they asked. Oh, nothing — just me, writing the same sentence in my notes three times because my brain packed its bags and went on strike.

When I finally got home, thinking I could at least collapse in peace… that’s when the squirrel happened. Yes... A squirrel.
Who apparently decided to chase an acorn straight through my back door and into the kitchen. The pups thought it was the greatest moment of their lives. I did not. There I was, chasing it out with a tea towel like some deranged woodland exorcist, shouting, “Not today, Nutkin!” It was chaos — pure, furry chaos.

By the time I reclaimed my kitchen (and what remained of my sanity), I was vexed, tired, and about three seconds from moving into a quiet cabin in the woods — without Wi-Fi, family, or rodents.

So now, I’m collapsing on the couch with Legally Blonde on Netflix, a blanket, and the fragile hope of peace (if the pups don’t start barking at imaginary threats). Here’s to finding calm in the madness — even if it’s just for 90 minutes and a cup of coffee. ☕💗