Motherhood, Mayhem, and Microwave Dinners:

A Love Story

I burned dinner again.
Not like crispy edges and still edible burned.

NOPE! We’re talking smoke alarm symphony and dog hiding under the couch level disaster.
This wasn’t even some fancy Pinterest recipe. It was a freezer meal. A MICROWAVABLE one. And NEVER make a simple dinner! Usually, it’s as healthy as can be. We are a fully organic, gluten and dairy free- no dye- no GMO – no preservative family! So, if I’m making a microwave dinner- it’s been a DAY! You have to try to fail that hard. And yet — here I am, overachieving in all the wrong categories.
Motherhood isn’t always magical. Sometimes it’s a scavenger hunt for socks that match. Sometimes it’s refereeing a full-blown WWE match over who looked at who sideways. Sometimes it’s screaming “WE’RE NOT SCREAMING” while silently questioning every life choice since 1995.
And yet, we love these tiny humans so much it physically hurts.
We cry over their school pictures. We’d fight a bear for them. We survive “Mom” being shouted at us 47 times before we’ve even peed.
This isn’t a guide. It’s a confession.
I don’t have it all together. I duct-tape my schedule together with caffeine and stubbornness. Some nights I hide in the furnace room just to breathe — and maybe snack (or do a shot!). Don’t judge me.
If you’re in the trenches too…Welcome. Grab a blanket. I saved you a microwave meal — just don’t ask me to cook it.
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We’ll never be “that mom” — but we’re the real ones. And honestly? That’s the best kind