There are days I wake up and feel like I’m already behind.
Before I’ve even had coffee or brushed my teeth, the tabs in my mind are already open—
💬 What’s for dinner?
📚 Did we do enough school yesterday?
💸 Do we have enough to cover that bill?
📲 Did I reply to that comment?
💡 Oh crap, I had an idea for a post and forgot to write it down.
🚿 When’s the last time I actually showered?
It’s a constant background noise of “do more, be more, keep up.”
And yet, here I am. Choosing to stay.
Choosing to homeschool.
Choosing to build.
Choosing to try again—even when my brain feels like a web browser with 92 tabs open and my heart is stretched across every single one.
I don’t have a tidy “3 steps to fix your life” in this post.
What I do have is this:
➡️ You are not alone.
➡️ You are not broken.
➡️ And you are not behind.
You’re just in the messy middle of building something sacred.
We don’t talk enough about this part—the part where the vision is big, but the days are small. The part where the house is loud, the funds are low, and your dreams feel like a luxury you don’t have time for. The part where you feel like you’re letting everyone down… including yourself.
But maybe this is the work.
Maybe sitting on the floor next to your toddler while mentally calculating how to stretch $120 into a full week of groceries is holy ground.
Maybe answering your son’s 87th question of the day—while your inbox piles up—is exactly where you’re meant to be.
Maybe writing that blog post at midnight, after everyone’s asleep, isn’t proof that you’re behind… but proof that you’re still showing up.
Because even when you feel like you’re failing at everything, you’re still doing something brave:
You’re staying in it.
You’re resisting the urge to quit.
You’re planting seeds even when the soil feels hard.
You’re building a life your kids will one day thank you for—even if they don’t understand it yet.
So no, mama.
You’re not behind.
You’re in the middle.
And the middle is where the miracle starts to take root.
👣 Keep Going
If this post hit a nerve or felt like a deep exhale, I’d love to hear from you in the comments. What’s something you’re carrying right now that feels heavy?
And if you know another mama who’s trying to hold it all together—share this with her. Let her know she’s not the only one in the middle.
You’re doing better than you think.
And you’re not doing it alone. 🖤
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