Sh!t Show at Home: Dining Room Office Edition

Today’s office is the dining room table.

Apparently, it’s also the family “catch-all”. Once again, it's full of everyone’s shit—mine included—regardless of the fact that I just cleared the damn thing yesterday.

I’m having an internal battle as I stare at the screen. Do I:

A. Tackle a blog for this week? (it’s Tuesday, after all)

B. Load everything on this table into a garbage bag and drag it to the curb since tomorrow is garbage day?

C. Clean the kitchen (a daily chore) that never actually stays clean?

I guess I'll go with the blog (for now).

The Relief (and the Guilt)

The boys have been back in school for a few weeks now, and while other moms cried at the loss, I cried tears of joy. Not really, but kinda.

[Insert mom guilt here.]

And to top off the guilt? Building a business from the ground up doesn’t exactly equate to the income I had working at the furniture store. So... if I’m “just” staying home, shouldn’t I be tackling household tasks and making sure a nice meal is waiting for my family?

Let’s be real—I’m no June Cleaver.

Flow Beyond Furniture

One thing I know from my work (and my life) is that flow isn’t just about furniture placement. It’s about finding ease in the middle of the chaos at home.

Sometimes flow looks like ignoring the clutter and writing anyway. Sometimes it’s piling everything in a laundry basket and moving it out of sight just so the table feels clear enough to breathe. Sometimes it’s saying yes to yoga or walking the dog instead of scrubbing the kitchen again.

You might have heard diamonds are a girl’s best friend, but around here? Try leftovers. Leftovers are a girl's best friend. And the laundry pile? Well, let's not go there.

Maybe You’ve Been Here Too

Maybe you’ve felt relief when the kids go back to school AND also guilt for not missing them the way everyone else says you should. Maybe your home feels like it’s running you instead of the other way around. Maybe you’re trying to juggle being a business owner, a mom, and a partner, and you don’t know which role deserves your energy first.

If that’s you, you’re not alone.

What I’m Reminding Myself (and You, if You Need It)

• You don’t have to “earn” your right to follow what matters to you.

• Relief and guilt can sit side by side without canceling each other out.

• The house can be clean enough. The kids can eat leftovers again. The blog can be a little late. Life will keep moving.

And maybe that’s the real reminder: my home doesn’t need June Cleaver, it needs me—messy, honest, human me.

Because at the end of the day, my strong-willed, independent, slightly feminist side still screams fuck that to the pressure of being everything to everyone.

So here I am feeling overwhelmed, relieved, filled with guilt (and, because life loves irony, fueled by hormones that clearly didn’t read the room). This is the messy, beautiful chaos of my life at home.

🌿 Your nest. Your way. Even in the shit show.

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