The Overbooked Life

Greetings, Salutations, and Welcome

Greetings, Salutations, and Welcome

They say the first blog post is always the hardest. It’s the one that sets the tone, opens the door, and decides whether someone might want to linger a little longer—or click away. No pressure, right?

This isn’t going to be a gossip sheet or some juicy tell-all (sorry to disappoint). What you will find here is something more down-to-earth: me, working through my thoughts in real time. Maybe you’ll find something that resonates. Or maybe you’ll just be entertained watching me attempt to string words together while juggling life. Either way, welcome!

Sure, I could keep a private journal. But where’s the fun in that? Words are meant to be shared, to ripple out in unexpected ways. Maybe you’ll stumble across this post on a day when you need to know you’re not the only one going through “it”—whatever it is for you.

So, here we are. Let’s see where this goes.

I am a mother of five. Along with that title comes two dogs, a husband, two car payments, and a house—all in my name. Life is busy, noisy, and rarely dull.

Two of my kids are grown adults now, though they still live at home (apparently “empty nest” is just a myth… who knew?). One child, on the other hand, refuses to stay with me and prefers to let their dad—yes, I’m separated from him—call the shots. That’s a whole bag of nuts we won’t open just yet. Consider that a story for a future post. For now, let’s just say my family is… colorful.

On top of that, I probably work far too much—or at least it feels that way. Then again, doesn’t everyone think that sometimes? I work in sales, which means long hours and more time at the job than I’d like. The hardest part is missing out on moments with my younger two, who are still in elementary school.

Thankfully, my husband does his best to keep me in the loop. He sends videos, snaps pictures, and makes sure I still feel like part of the action. It’s not that I don’t want to be there for every event—I absolutely do. But bills have a way of calling louder than soccer games and school assemblies. Bills mean money, and money means work.

And between the two of us, I’m the one who brings home the bigger paycheck. So the responsibility of keeping things afloat usually lands on my shoulders. Some days it feels heavy, but it’s a weight I carry for the people I love.

So that’s me, in a nutshell—chaotic, overworked, a little sarcastic, but still standing. Stick around, and you’ll probably see me untangle more of this messy, funny, exhausting, wonderful thing I call life.

Until next time, keep the coffee strong and the chaos manageable.