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This week is for my husband. The man who keeps me going on the days I want to quit. And for every person in your life quietly doing the same thing... whether you've noticed yet or not. Last week I wrote about burnout. About feeling like I was drowning. Like I was carrying too much and dropping pieces of myself everywhere just trying to keep up. And if I'm being honest... I still feel that this week. But something shifted. Not the workload. Not the chaos. Not any of the things

For every woman who is grateful and completely underwater at the same time. I don't even know where to start this week. So I'll just say it. I'm drowning. Not in a dramatic way. Not in a way where everything has fallen apart. But in that quiet, exhausting way where things just keep piling up. And right when you fight hard enough to get your head above water… something else comes and pushes you back under. And you're just frantically trying to make it to shore. We haven't had

I used to think if I could just get organized enough, calm would follow. Like chaos was the problem. Like if I planned better, scheduled smarter, woke up earlier… everything would finally feel manageable. I'd be the mom with the meal plan and the clean kitchen and the inbox at zero and some weeks, I actually pull it off. I sit down Sunday, plan every meal, go to the grocery store, get everything we need. The week flows. Kids get where they need to be, homework gets done, dinn

There's this version of a mom we all see online. She works full time. Her house is clean. Dinner is homemade every night. She never misses a game, a school event, a single moment. Her kids are thriving. She's building something. And somehow, through all of it… she makes it look effortless. I'll be honest. This week I couldn't stop comparing myself to that mom. I was scrolling through my Facebook feed and just sinking. Watching other moms seem to have it all together and feeli

For every mom who feels like she's falling short everywhere at once The hardest part isn't the long days. .... It 's the guilt. This week I was trying to finish a shirt design. Telling myself just one more minute. Just one more thing. And from the other room I could hear my kids laughing. My seven-year-old came in and asked me to play. I said "give me a minute." That minute turned into ten. Then twenty. By the time I looked up, the moment was gone. They had moved on. And I d

The beginning of something new I'm really stepping out of my comfort zone sharing this. I've always loved writing down my thoughts but sharing them? That's something I never thought I'd actually do. But this year feels different. In the spirit of taking big leaps and diving headfirst into building The Painted Button with my mom, I felt like it was finally time to share what's really been on my heart. And honestly? I have a feeling I'm not the only mom who has ever felt this w