There are things I expect my cat to bring to the door. Mice? Unfortunately, yes. Birds? Also yes. Snakes? Horrifying, but apparently still within the job description of being owned by an outdoor cat. But people? People were not on the list. The other day, I got a knock at the door and opened it…
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…
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…
This week’s household drama featured my daughter getting her wisdom teeth out and somehow still being more productive than most fully functional adults. She was an absolute trooper. You know that stage after wisdom teeth removal where your face swells up and suddenly you look like you’ve been storing winter supplies in your cheeks? That…
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…
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….
Renovations don’t start with demolition. They start with optimism. You know, that sweet, delusional belief that you’ll “still be able to use the kitchen a little.” That you’ll “just make simple meals.” That your stove won’t end up under a tarp like it’s a haunted relic the contractors warned you not to uncover. My stove…
