For context, I’m a wife and a mom rocking 2-under-4. I work my 9-to-5, run my own business, and currently, I’m building a new house. Project management infiltrates every aspect of my life, and I think color-coded spreadsheets are a personality trait.

6 AM — It’s my morning to wake up with the kids. I stumble out of bed, half awake. My day begins with a cute mashup of screaming, hugs, “Mommy!”, and breakfast requests, interspersed with skincare and Prozac.  

Between dishing out spoonfuls of cereal and cleaning up those same spoonfuls of cereal, I attempt to tackle client emails, while secretly wondering if my typos make me look like I gave my toddlers free rein of my inbox. Nothing screams "professional" like a typo-ridden response, typed one-handed while convincing my 4-year-old that the yellow spoon works the same as the blue spoon. At this point, I have reheated my coffee twice.

The real challenge lies in organizing each client's day before drop-off at daycare. It's like solving a puzzle with a ticking clock— Lucky for me, this is when my brain works best, and I manage to piece it all together. 

It’s 9 AM, the kids just sat down for circle time at school, and I just clocked into my full-time marketing role.

Throughout the day, I navigate a whirlwind of meetings, projects, and the occasional load of laundry, because apparently, I am also a wife. Working from home has me striving to strike a balance between professional responsibilities and personal efficiency. Have you ever played the game “Diner Dash”? Schedule each task perfectly in the queue, and then, slowly but surely, watch each dish fall to the floor as you try and catch it.

It's not always easy, but I've learned to embrace the ebb and flow of this juggling act. Often it leaves me wondering why I don’t have my own assistant, but I quickly realize it’s because I am too controlling to delegate. 

It’s 4 PM, and a cheese stick is my first meal of the day.

5 PM — I shift gears back to my virtual admin business, diving into client inquiries and emails. It's a different kind of fulfillment, being able to serve others while pursuing my entrepreneurial dreams. It's a testament to the power of determination and the joy of being able to do what I love.

Finally, it’s time to retrieve my little angel babies from daycare. I summon all my culinary creativity to prepare an incredible dinner, only to have my toddlers reject it with the savage finesse of a food critic. 

As the evening progresses, bath time turns into a splashy adventure where my bathroom floor becomes cleaner than my actual children, and bedtime becomes a tactful negotiation for "5 more minutes." I know I’m the grown-up, but recently, some very strong arguments have been presented, and I have to give credit where credit is due. After no less than 3 books, the babies are asleep and it’s back to work to wrap up last-minute details of the day.

9 PM and I’m already in bed. My husband and I try to reconnect and recount our days but instead, end up giggling about our kids and the funny things they did that day.

I turn over to sleep as thoughts of today, yesterday, 13 years ago, and 20 years from now turn like Rolodex in my mind.

I allow myself 10-ish minutes for imposter syndrome and existential dread, before doom-scrolling Tik Tok until my mind is quiet and I can fall asleep.

The next morning, I rise, shine, and repeat, lucky to love what I do and thrive in chaos.