Last Tuesday, I sat on the couch staring at the pile of unfolded laundry on the coffee table. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to fold it — it was that my body felt heavy, like every muscle was whispering, “Not yet.” My to-do list had more unchecked boxes than checked ones, my phone buzzed with reminders, and I realized I hadn’t even had breakfast… and it was 2 p.m.

In that moment, I thought: “I’m falling behind.”

But here’s the truth I wish I could have whispered to myself right then — and the truth I want to whisper to you:
You’re not behind. You’re just tired. And tired people need care, not criticism.

When I was little, my family didn’t have much time together during the week. My parents worked long hours, and dinner was usually quick before we all drifted into our own corners. But once in a while, my mom would pull out a stack of board games after dinner—Uno, Sorry!, and sometimes a puzzle that would take us days to finish.

I didn’t realize it then, but those game nights were magic. They were the rare moments when everyone laughed, playfully argued over rules, and forgot the day’s stress. It wasn’t about winning—it was about being together.

Now, with Squish, I want that same feeling—those small but powerful pockets of connection that don’t need a big budget, just a little intention and maybe some dice.

Last week, I walked into the kitchen and saw last night’s dishes still in the sink, laundry waiting to be folded, and a grocery list that was… well… not even started.

Before my coffee, I was already thinking: I’m falling behind again.

But then, I heard little footsteps padding down the hall. Squish looked up at me with a sleepy smile and said, “Morning, Mama.”

And in that moment, I realized something:
He didn’t care about the dishes. He didn’t care about the laundry.

He cared that I was there.

That I smiled back.
That I hugged him.
That I asked, “How’d you sleep?”

We measure ourselves by what’s left undone. Our kids measure us by the

The other night, I was exhausted. The kind of tired that makes your brain feel like mashed potatoes. I plopped down on the couch, hoping for just five quiet minutes. That’s when Squish came over with a board game in hand.

Not homework.
Not flashcards.
A game. Simple, colorful, zero-pressure.

We played a round of “Outfoxed!” — and I watched him think critically, make deductions, test theories, and adjust as he went. No whining. No boredom. Just joy and logic working in harmony.

That’s when it clicked for me: games build brainpower—but only when they feel like play. Not worksheets. Not lectures. Not “Let’s review our multiplication tables again.”

Real thinking happens when kids are having fun. And honestly? That applies to us grownups too.

I remember the day I tried to teach myself how to sew. I had this tiny dream of making a quilt for Squish. Nothing fancy—just something stitched together with love and a bit of fabric from old shirts and baby blankets.

I watched YouTube videos. I read tutorials. I made a mess.

The first attempt? A total disaster.

The second one? Worse.

By the third day, I was this close to putting the sewing machine back in the box and telling myself, “This just isn’t for me.”

But then I heard Squish giggle from the other room, and it hit me:
I wasn’t just learning how to sew—I was learning how to try again.

That moment—quiet and small—was the beginning of my journey toward a growth mindset. Not perfection. Not even skill yet. But a belief that I could get better if I just kept going.

It started with wilted cilantro.

I bought it, forgot it, and it melted in the back of the fridge. Again. I looked at that sad bunch of greens and thought: “Why can’t I just grow this myself?”

But we don’t have a yard. Or time. Or space.
Still, I couldn’t shake the idea. What if our kitchen window became something more?

So one weekend, we planted three little pots—cilantro, basil, and chives—right on the windowsill. We watered them, talked to them (Squish gave each one a name), and to our surprise... they grew.

They grew us, too.

That was the beginning of our indoor garden, and honestly? It’s one of the easiest, most rewarding things we’ve done as a family.

And now? I want that for you too.

I used to think journaling was just one more thing I’d never be consistent at.
Another half-filled notebook collecting dust next to the yoga mat I swore I’d use.

But then something happened.
One night, after a long day filled with toddler tears (and a few of my own), I scribbled three lines on the back of a grocery list:

“I am tired.
I didn’t yell.
I want tomorrow to feel softer.”

That was it. No prompts. No routine. Just honesty.
It didn’t change the chaos of my day, but it changed me.
I felt lighter. Seen. Like I had a moment that was mine.

That tiny act turned into something gentle, doable, and surprisingly grounding.
This post is for you, the person who says “I’m not a journaler.”
Because maybe… you just haven’t found your way to do it yet.

A Real Moment at Our Dinner Table

Last Tuesday, dinner was grilled cheese, apple slices, and a side of everyone being tired. We’d all had long days. My instinct was to rush through the meal and move on. But instead of defaulting to “How was your day?” I asked a question I hadn’t used before:

“What’s something that surprised you today?”

There was a pause. Then a smile. Then a full five-minute story from a kid who hadn’t said much all day.

That’s when I remembered: Connection doesn’t need a big plan. It just needs a small, open door.

We hadn’t planned it. We barely had gas in the tank, we were tired, and the fridge was embarrassingly empty. But I couldn’t shake the guilt of another weekend slipping by—screens, chores, and "maybe next times."

So I packed peanut butter sandwiches, grabbed a few colored pencils, and told Squish we were going on an "adventure." We ended up parked under a tree at a nearby lake—eating sandwiches, coloring maps, and laughing at ducks. Nothing was fancy. Everything was unforgettable.

That’s when it hit me:
It doesn’t take a big budget or big energy to make a big impact.

It just takes a decision: Today, not tomorrow.

I was exhausted.
The kind of tired where you debate brushing your teeth because it sounds like too much. Dinner dishes were still out, the floor was a minefield of blocks, and “Mom, look!” had been said approximately 400 times that day.

All I wanted was to collapse.
But then, a small hand tugged my sleeve:
“Wanna play?”

I paused.
And instead of diving into something elaborate or loud, I pointed to the crayons on the table. “Let’s draw a superhero who’s really, really sleepy.”

Squish laughed so hard he snorted. “What if his power is yawning SO BIG it blows the bad guys away?!”

We played for five minutes.
I still brushed my teeth late. But something shifted.

Play didn’t drain me. It refilled me.

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