This site is being crafted at a moment when a new mom dares to re-enter the exhilarating whirlwind of her old life. It feels akin to boarding an over-crowded, lightning-fast train, as the anxiety of slipping and tumbling face-first onto the tracks races through the mind. Gripping the railing with every ounce of determination, I teeter on the brink of chaos, knowing I must either charge forward into the bustling coach or risk being left behind…. but… but if I cling tightly and fiercely enough, I can triumphantly disembark at the next station, ready to embrace the thrilling journey ahead.

It could be a place I never imagined I’d love to bits and thrive in, much like my pint-sized boss lady; she’s the tiny tornado of affection I didn’t know I desperately needed. But there’s this hilarious little tug in my heart, yanking me back to my work and the dreams I used to drool over before her dazzling light invaded my life. I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but this might just be one of those quirky truths that only a mom understands—hats off to the real superheroes in stretchy pants who somehow juggle the delightful chaos of motherhood and still shimmy back to work after their maternity leave like they’ve just popped out for a quick grocery run!

I’ve been in a royal pickle about whether to toss my job out the window. On one side, I’m a full-blown financial-independence junkie, and on the other, I’m itching to be the superhero mom everyone dreams of—think of me as “Mom to the Rescue!”. I grew up under the wing of an independent woman, so I totally know what I’ve missed out on and now i understand what she feels like to not be around. However, let’s not forget I was practically raised by my maternal grandparents, who treated me like their prized house pet . So you might ask, “What’s the hold-up then?” Well, my mom is still busy saving the world at work, my in-laws are off in another ZIP code and i am a die-hard “DIY” fan. I am not going to break a sacred-independent-women-pro code and ask them to give up their lives for a helping hand. And before you even think about suggesting it, hiring a nanny is a big hard no—unless she’s a clone of my grandma!

Next, let’s dive into my interests – I’m a mixed-media-art maniac, it’s like I’m a kid in a candy store, eager to try the next thing I see, and Pinterest and Instagram are my legal form of therapy. I’m practically glued to my phone, diving for ideas like a raccoon in the dumpster on a mission. One day, I dream of transforming this obsession into a full-time gig—or I’ll open an all-you-can-hoard craft supply store since my life savings are in bit of a sticky situation. Home decor is my love language; it’s my happy place! We moved to a new home over a year ago, but between my baby bump and a to-do list that keeps growing, my decor ambitions are collecting dust faster than I can say “DIY!”.
As a proud introvert, books are my social life, and I totally embrace it!
Plants are my zen buddies. I could name trees and plants in my dreams! And if I encounter one I’m not familiar with, you can bet I’ll be playing detective with Google Lens because knowing them feels like keeping my sanity intact. My husband, Mr. D (no, his name doesn’t actually start with a D), has warned me that if I bring home one more plant, he will have to move his bed outside the house. Lately, he has taken charge of our flourishing jungle, and the plants are thriving like they’re in a spa. And flowers? If i begin to express my love for them, you are not going to hear the end of it! Most of my art is basically a love letter to flowers, plants, and shiny things because, surprise surprise, I have a glitter addiction, which is a whole saga on its own!

Now, if I decide to throw in the towel at my job, who’s going to keep this glorious chaos running and sponsor my sporadic adventures into the land of OTT?
So there you have it, a roller-coaster of thoughts swirling in my head and the epic internal battle over whether to ditch my job and fully embrace life with my tiny human and all the wonderfully quirky things I adore.

Thoughts? Ideas? Bring them on!