Some of my favorite moments with my daughter happen in the kitchen. Not the fancy, perfectly staged kind you see online either. I mean the real kind. Bowls everywhere. Someone forgetting whether we already added the vanilla. A counter dusted in flour. And, of course, the cat arriving like she’s been personally summoned to supervise…
It happened.The renovations are finally done. I would like to say I handled the whole thing with grace and patience, but that would be a lie so bold even I can’t commit to it in a newsletter. For weeks, my house looked like a construction-themed escape room. Every room had something strange happening in it….
From Barbies to College My youngest, Kira, turned 19 this week, and honestly, I’m still trying to figure out how that’s possible. How does it go by so quickly? How do you go from Barbies scattered across the floor to college plans and grown-up conversations? One minute you’re packing school lunches and hunting for tiny…
I made the mistake of going to Costco for “just a few things.” You already know how this ends. I walked in with a plan. A tiny, reasonable, adult plan. Grab a couple household things, maybe one practical item, and get out before Costco had the chance to work its dark warehouse magic on me….
I Have My Bedroom Back. So Does Halo. Apparently Mostly Halo. After two weeks of sleeping in the living room, I finally have my bedroom back. And let me just say… it is deeply underrated to sleep in the room designed for sleeping. Who knew? For the last two weeks, bedtime felt less like a…
You know that feeling when you pull off a small miracle during renovations and you think, finally, a win? Yeah. My cat had a different interpretation. We did the whole Homesense sprint. The late-night chair heist. The “we have three minutes before closing and I am not emotionally prepared to leave empty-handed” routine. We got…
Renovations do something to your brain. Suddenly you’re not shopping, you’re questing. You’re not browsing, you’re hunting. And the prize is always something weirdly specific like “a counter-height swivel stool with cushioning that doesn’t feel like sitting on a decorative brick.” Last week, my husband and I found the stool at Homesense. Perfect height. Nice cushion. Swivels…
I’m starting to suspect my cat, Halo, has come to a conclusion about our renovations. Not “This is temporary.”Not “This is loud but survivable.” No. Halo has decided we are moving. Because the second the hammering starts, she gets that thousand-yard stare like she’s seen things. Like she’s about to whisper, “Tell my whiskers I…
I have discovered something important during renovations. Halo has decided she is no longer a household pet. She is a highly trained professional who requires immediate compensation upon arrival. Not for doing anything heroic. Not for braving the wilderness. Not for fighting off a bear. For coming inside her own house. Let me set the…
Everybody who’s ever lived through renos knows the truth: nothing goes to plan. Not the timeline. Not your sanity. Not the “It’ll only take a month” optimism your contractor said with a straight face. I sat down to write today like a responsible author-person. Coffee? Made. Tabs? Closed (mostly). Brain? Attempting to load fantasy romance.exe….
