Coffee and a sass-sprinkled donut

Welcome to my daily circus: full-time employee, full time student, small side-business hustler, blog writer when I remember, mom to two pint-sized wrestling champions, and wife desperately trying to keep all the chaos from crashing down like a house of cards.

By 7 AM, my home sounds less like a peaceful family residence and more like a WWE pay-per-view event. There’s screaming that could set off car alarms, whining loud enough to peel wallpaper, and the constant wrestling matches that leave me wondering if I accidentally signed up for fight club. And there we are - my husband and me - standing in the middle of it all, clutching giant mugs of coffee like it’s the only thing keeping us tethered to reality. I frequently have asked him "how many cups have you had?" (Is it bad that one of our biggest expenses lately is Keurig pods?) When one of the boys demands something for the tenth time in thirty seconds, I don’t even bother pretending I’m listening anymore. Nope. But a sprinkle of sass-a-frass? Delivered. With a side eye so sharp it could cut glass.

Meanwhile, my email inbox is screaming louder than the kids, my side hustle is tapping me on the shoulder like hello I do still exist, and the blog post I’m supposed to be writing is a blinking cursor and a prayer for 3 days. Honestly, without coffee, I’d probably be hiding under the kitchen table, rocking back and forth, mumbling about a simpler life off the grid.

Being a mom to two tiny tornadoes means silence is suspicious and calm is a myth. Every minute is a rollercoaster of chaos, snacks, spilled milk, wild tantrums, and the never-ending battle of “He stole my toy.” But somehow, armed with caffeine and sarcasm, I’m surviving -mostly upright (sometimes smiling) and always caffeinated enough to fake it ’til I make it. 4-5 shots of espresso in one drink?? You call it a cardiac event, I call it a Tuesday night.

If you’re reading this and you’re in the same boat, juggling a million roles and wondering how you’re still standing, here’s your virtual high-five. We’re all just trying to keep our heads above water, fueled by strong coffee, sharp wit, and the occasional moment of pure, unfiltered sarcasm.

So go ahead—raise your mug (or your wine glass) with me. Because nothing says “I’ve got this” like coffee in one hand and a perfectly timed sarcastic comment in the other.

xoxo

Madi