It’s basically a masterclass in multitasking, patience, and writing emails in your head while cleaning up spilled yogurt.

No, I’m not late — I’m just operating on Mom Standard Time.
Between naps that last 6 minutes, snack negotiations, and trying to finish a sentence before someone yells “MAMAAAAAA,”
I swear I mean to reply, to send the file, to finish the design.
And eventually, I do.
Just… not in one sitting. Ever.

This is your behind-the-scenes of what it’s really like to work for yourself with a tiny human (or two) as your shadow.

Spoiler: It’s not quiet. But it’s full of love. And crumbs.