Your Mess is Welcome Here
Because I’m a mess, too.
I know that my website is all sparkly and organized, and yes, creating a simple, easy life is my jam… But before you mistake me for an all-too-put-together perfectionist, let me tell you a story about the day my daughter drove herself to Costco. I call it “Four Minutes of Motherhood”.
Four Minutes of Motherhood
One fine day in the not-to-distant past, my darling four year old had been talking all day about wanting to go to Costco. She was a girl on a mission, though I don’t know why, and she just couldn’t stop talking about wanting to get to Costco. Maybe she had a craving for bulk salami slices? Who knows! I just chalked it up to Hazel being Hazel.
So we make it through to the afternoon easy peasy, and everything was going fine. Then suddenly my 18 month old, Frankie, stabs me in the leg with a golf tee he’d picked up somewhere. He thought it was hilarious and was laughing maniacally, as toddlers do. But it freaking hurt, and now I was bleeding from my new (first?) stab wound.
This took all of one minute to happen. And then… Where’s Hazel?!
I’m calling and calling her, but there is no answer - so I’m freaking out because we have FIVE exits out of our house, and this girl is fast. I look out the front window, and I kid you not - my darling first born zooms DOWN THE ROAD in her pink Power Wheels Land Rover “on the way to Costco”.
Lord help me.
I’m home with the kids alone, so I leave Frankie and run out to chase Hazel. Thank goodness I’ve been working out (ish), because I had her back inside in a hot minute, thoroughly scolded with her car keys confiscated.
We get back into the kitchen only to find blood on everything. Okay, it wasn’t rivers of blood. More like… finger-painted with blood? And there’s Frankie, not a tear to be seen.
That child had got into the cupboards and cut his finger on a cheese grater. Of course he did.
The moral of the story?No one is perfect.
I’m into this mothering thing pretty deep here, and am on my second kid. Some days, I really pat myself on the back, and think I’m doing a great job. Like, I’m throwing dance parties for my kids, and dinner’s on the table at 5pm sharp, and I’m patient with all of the “why’s”, and the house is mostly tidy.
And then there are the Costco-Cheesegrater type of days, where we eat Taco Bell for dinner and go to bed early.
I want you to know that wherever you are at in motherhood, even if it’s sitting waist-deep in laundry, your mess is welcome here alongside my mess. This website is crafted especially for you: the lighthearted, humorous, slightly overwhelmed Mom who wants to cultivate a home full of simplicity, beauty, and connection.
I’m so glad you’re here.