Ask for Help Before You're Drowning
Here is a question I want you to sit with for a second. When was the last time you asked for help before you were already falling apart?
High Maintenance Mama
Higher Ground: Love, Life, and the Magic of Motherhood
Welcome! Take a deep breath—you’ve found a space where the air is lighter, and the perspective is clearer. I’m a mom of six, navigating the beautiful chaos of raising humans while carving out space to rediscover myself. Here, we dive into the quiet wisdom of enduring love, the strength born from personal growth, and the calming embrace of a little green amidst the whirlwind of motherhood. If you believe that parenting and embracing cannabis can harmoniously coexist, you’re in the right place.
Let’s be honest—parenting is a rollercoaster. Between endless snack requests and navigating teenage moods, I’m just a mom striving to keep my heart open and my feet on the ground. This blog is my refuge, a digital living room where I share unfiltered truths about starting over, embracing the ever-evolving journey of womanhood, and the plant medicine that helps me stay balanced. No filters, no sugar-coating—just real stories, honest conversations, and high vibes as we dive into the trenches of motherhood together.
Motherhood is about building a community, facing life’s challenges head-on, and nurturing not just our children but our own souls. All while staying elevated—in both spirit and mind. I’m a modern mom who understands that sometimes the best parenting tools are a deep breath, a little humor, and a touch of nature’s magic. Join me as I embrace the messy, beautiful chaos of life, one spark of inspiration at a time.
Raising six humans demands patience I don’t always have. But what I do have is a stash of humor, a resilient spirit, and late-night thoughts that often make the most sense after 8 PM.
The Living Room Floor Is Lava (and Also LEGO)
Sunday night in my house has a ritual, and the ritual is a lie. Every Sunday I stand in the living room, look at the toy explosion, and say the words: "Okay. We are tidying up before the week starts." I say it with confidence. I say it like a woman with a plan. And then I step on a LEGO brick barefoot and the plan dies right there on the carpet.
The Pause Before the Yes
If you are a mom who says yes to everything, I have a question for you. When was the last time you said yes and actually meant it?
The Saturday Cereal Bar
Saturday mornings in my house do not start with an alarm clock. They start with six kids stampeding down the stairs at 6 a.m. like somebody rang a dinner bell, announcing that they are STARVING, as if I have not fed them every single day of their lives.
The One-Line Journal
If the idea of journaling makes you roll your eyes, I get it. Who has time to sit down and write their feelings for twenty minutes? I have six kids. I barely have time to finish a thought, never mind write one down.
The Dishwasher Standoff
There is a war happening in my kitchen, and it is not about the food. It is about the dishwasher. And I am losing it to people who are under four feet tall.
Rest Is Maintenance, Not a Reward
Somewhere along the way, a lot of us learned that rest is something you earn. Finish the laundry, answer the emails, clean the kitchen, survive the day — then, maybe, you get to sit down.
The Bedtime Snack Summit
Bedtime in this house is 8:30. That is the rule. The kids know it, I know it, the dog knows it. And yet, every single night at 8:27, somebody suddenly discovers they are starving.
The Homework Wars and the Porch Exhale
Homework hour in this house is not quiet study time. It is a full-contact sport, played at the kitchen table, with pencils as weapons and at least one person crying over a math sheet that was definitely not that hard yesterday.
The Anchor Sentence
If your brain starts spiralling the second something goes sideways, I want to offer you a tool that has genuinely helped me: one anchor sentence. Not a whole routine. Not a ten-step plan. Just one sentence you can grab onto when the day starts pulling you under.
The After-School Buffer
If after-school time in your house feels like an interrogation, I want to offer you a gentler idea: stop asking questions for the first twenty minutes.
The Winter Gear Avalanche
November in London, Ontario has exactly two settings: "Where did summer go?" and "Why is there frost on my windshield?" We hit the second one this week, and my front hall turned into a crime scene.