Our first Valentine’s Day date night in the same state should have been romantic and polished. Instead, it involved a rental car wreck, Ohio weather, thrift store fashion crimes, pasta, strangers staring, and Scott proving once again that real love sometimes shows up in too-short corduroy pants.

Family group chats are where sarcasm, bad photos, inside jokes, and love all collide into one digital crime scene. Funny, messy, and deeply relatable, they’re proof that sometimes the weirdest conversations remind us how blessed we are.

An honest Domestic Dramedy post about feeling replaceable at work, navigating change, and trusting God through uncertainty.

When Scott built Spencer a giant DIY BB gun backstop for the backyard, he somehow forgot one tiny detail: somebody had to move it. What followed was a full family production involving a dolly, dirt mounds, potholes, shaky arms, and Spencer yelling “PIVOT!” like our yard had turned into an episode of Friends. 

Living with a teen son and a man-child husband means sea salt spray, Pringle crumbs, cluttered couches, and a ketchup bottle that apparently pays rent on my coffee table. This is a funny, honest look at the chaos, love, and grace that come with being the only female in a house full of males.

Some days I’m “fine” on the outside and quietly spiraling on the inside. Between bills, co-parenting, a teen with Olympic-level eye rolls, and a surprise $2,000 car repair, the mental load feels nonstop. This is the honest version, plus the faith that keeps pulling me back to peace.

Basement flooding pushed Scott into a DIY French drain project… until he got a trencher stuck in the trench. Neighbors, tow chains, and chaos ensued.

A hilarious family Ugly Christmas gift exchange story involving haunted dolls, broken sprinklers, thrift-store finds, and a teenager officially indoctrinated into the chaos.