💬 Real Talk: I’m the Grown-Up… Supposedly

So apparently, I’m the grown-up now.

Which is funny because I had a cookie for breakfast, cried over a pile of laundry, and seriously considered running away to live in a pillow fort.

There’s this wild myth that once you’re an adult—especially a mom—you somehow unlock a superpower where you magically know what you’re doing.

Plot twist: I’m still waiting on that download.

🎢 Life Lately: One-Handed, Over-Caffeinated, and Wingin’ It

Right now, I’m the adult in charge of a lot:

Two neurodivergent twin boys Homeschool chaos Chickens Dogs And this entire household—with one working hand

My husband and kids are doing the heavy lifting (literally), and I’m over here coordinating, planning, and praying nothing else falls apart (except the laundry mountain—that’s already collapsed).

I’m the teacher, the snack dealer, the meltdown mediator, and the CEO of “Where Did I Put That Thing?”

Some days I wake up exhausted, forget the library books again, serve cereal for dinner, and call surviving the day a victory.

And on other days?

Same. But with more coffee.

🧠 The Reality Check I Keep Needing

Here’s what I’ve learned:

Being the grown-up doesn’t mean having it all together.

It means:

Getting up even when you’re running on fumes Saying sorry when you mess up Hugging tight when your kid melts down Reheating your coffee for the fourth time Letting go of perfect and clinging to grace

My boys don’t need a flawless mom.

They need me.

One-handed. Half-dressed. Wholehearted.

🫶 If You’re in the Same Boat…

If you’re reading this thinking, “YES, SAME,”—then hi, welcome to the chaos club.

Let’s stop pretending we’re supposed to have it together all the time. Let’s normalize:

Surviving on freezer waffles Hiding in the bathroom for peace and Oreos Teaching from the couch Letting the chickens be your emotional support squad

We don’t need to do it perfectly.

We just need to keep showing up—messy, tired, overwhelmed, and real.

We’ve got snacks.

We’ve got humor.

We’ve got love that shows up even when we feel like we’re falling apart.

And honestly? That’s more than enough.