Fuck this job. Kindly. 🙂 Not in a “quit tomorrow with no plan” kind of way. More like… I’m tired of trading my time for a paycheck that disappears before the month does. I’m tired of counting down to Friday. I’m tired of needing permission to take a day off. And as a mom? I’m r

I’m a mom… and I dread the 9–5. There. I said it. There’s this weird pressure as a mom to be grateful for whatever job gives you a paycheck. And I am grateful. But grateful doesn’t mean fulfilled. I got tired of constantly feeling like I was squeezing motherhood into the leftover spaces

Universe said: slow down. Baby said: bet. Now I’m doing hot girl rehab with a side of baby wrestling.