Some days I swear I’m not a mom… I’m a mombie.
Running on low battery, last night’s mascara, and the sheer force of will that gets tiny humans dressed and fed.
Mombie mode looks like:
- Coffee before conversation
- Staring into the fridge like it’ll answer your problems
- Forgetting what you forgot
- And somehow still keeping everyone alive and loved
If you’re here today too — hi, welcome.
You’re not alone, and you’re not failing.
You’re just tired… because you’re doing a lot.
Here’s your reminder to breathe, lower the bar, and grab a moment for yourself (even if it’s behind a locked bathroom door).
We may be exhausted, but we’re still showing up — and that counts.
Mombies unite.
