Hi. I’m Christy. I’m currently running on three hours of sleep (if that), caffeine from Coke, and the sheer willpower of a woman who’s already said “please stop picking your diaper to pieces!” more times than I can count.

Welcome to my blog.

This morning started around, well I never really went to sleep so I guess I should say last night, my 4-year-old, Aubree — who is smart, beautiful, autistic, and apparently moonlights as a one-girl confetti cannon — decided to shred her diaper in bed. Not just tear a corner, oh no! She systematically disassembled it, like some kind of tiny diaper demolition expert. Gel beads everywhere! Bed, floor, hair. If it could be diapered, it was. 🙃

So that’s where I’m starting from today. Tired. Frustrated. Deep in the messy trenches of motherhood where no one listens unless I say “yummy-yummy,” and I’m pretty sure I’m invisible unless I’m eating/drinking something they want.

So yeah, I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I might cry later. Or scream into a pillow. Who knows!

But despite all that, I’m here. Writing this.

Because I’ve been needing a space like this — a space where I can be completely honest. A space where I can share the hard stuff and the hilarious stuff and all the little moments in between. I’m not here to give Pinterest-perfect parenting advice or sell you on some idea of a “supermom.” I’m just a woman trying to survive the day with two little girls, a mountain of laundry, and a dream of turning this mess into meaningful memories.

You’ll probably see crafts pop up here (because making things keeps me sane-ish), and I’m also working on some digital “survival kit” goodies for moms — journal prompts, self-care sheets, maybe even affirmation cards that say things like “You kept the tiny humans alive today. Legendary.” (Because let’s be honest, that is a win.)

This blog is for the mamas hanging on by a hair tie, whispering, “I love them, but holy crap.” It’s for anyone who’s ever had a toddler turn their room into a winter wonderland of diaper fluff. And it’s for me — to remember that even in the mess, I’m still showing up.

So if you’re in the trenches too — hi. I see you. You’re not alone.

And if your toddler has ever turned a diaper into modern art at 2 a.m., girl — pull up a chair. I saved you a seat.