Twins Tenders and Teaching

Category: Mom Life Unfiltered

  • Let them help *even though it’s slower, messier, and definitely not Pinterest-perfect*

    Let them help *even though it’s slower, messier, and definitely not Pinterest-perfect*

    I’ll be honest – letting the boys help in the kitchen is not efficient at all. It’s slower. It’s way messier. Someone ALWAYS touches something they shouldn’t. You prep everything JUST in case…. and then they wander off five minutes later. And somehow – right when you finally start moving at a normal pace –…

  • Surgery Update: I Survived, Barely… and My Kids Are Still Alive Too 🎉

    Surgery Update: I Survived, Barely… and My Kids Are Still Alive Too 🎉

    So I had surgery last Monday, and we started off strong with… the OR breaking. Yep. The operating room literally said, “Not today, Satan,” and shut down. So we had to relocate hospitals like a medical field trip no one signed up for. Since we had no clue what recovery was going to be like,…

  • 💜 Parenting in the Parking Lot

    💜 Parenting in the Parking Lot

    Sometimes parenting a neurodivergent kid looks like this—sitting on the curb in the middle of a parking lot, offering quiet support while a storm of big feelings passes. This meltdown hit hard. We’d just left the restaurant, and my son didn’t get the dessert he wanted because he hadn’t eaten his meal. In his world,…

  • It’s Not My Time… and That’s Okay

    It’s Not My Time… and That’s Okay

    Let’s just get this out of the way— It’s not my time for a clean house. Not my time for perfectly polished nails or relaxing massages. Not my time for laundry that’s folded neatly before it turns into a damp science experiment. But you know what it is my time for? It’s my time for…

  • When You’re the Grown-Up and Still Don’t Have It Together

    💬 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…

  • Moving Mayhem: Neurodivergent Twins, One-Handed Packing, and That One McDonald’s Toy

    Moving Mayhem: Neurodivergent Twins, One-Handed Packing, and That One McDonald’s Toy

    We’re moving. And no, I don’t want to talk about it.Unless you’re bringing snacks and muscle. Preferably both. Right now, my life is a chaotic swirl of cardboard boxes, random socks, loud emotions, and the occasional chicken that absolutely does not want to stay in her coop. And the kicker? I’m doing it all with one functioning hand.…

  • When the Fire Alarm Isn’t the Only Thing Triggering: Living with Invisible Injuries

    When the Fire Alarm Isn’t the Only Thing Triggering: Living with Invisible Injuries

    Most days, I keep things cheeky and sarcastic, because that’s how I’ve always coped. But today’s post? It’s different. It’s vulnerable. And I think it’s important I share it—not just for me, but for anyone quietly carrying pain the world doesn’t see. What People See If you know me in real life, you might notice…

  • I Love My Kids… But Can They Please Stop Talking?

    I Love My Kids… But Can They Please Stop Talking?

    Mom Life: Unfiltered | Post 1 I love my kids. I would walk through fire for them. I’d give them the last cookie. I’d clean up vomit at 2 a.m. with a flashlight and a prayer. (And Josh’s help) But if one of them says “Mom?” one more time today just to show me a…