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A Day in the Life of a Mom Who Runs on Coffee, Chaos, and Pure Delusion

Welcome to my blog — where the coffee is strong, the kids are loud, and the only thing holding this place together is Ink y Hilo and the sheer power of “I guess I’ll just figure it out.”

Before we begin, please fasten your seatbelts, secure your snacks, and silence your children (just kidding, that’s impossible).
Let’s go.

6:00 AM — The Alarm Goes Off (AKA Someone Screams “MOOOOM”)

The day begins with someone yelling my name like I’m Beyonce on stage.
I’ve got six kids on earth, one angel baby watching over us, and exactly zero concept of what “sleeping in” feels like.

The first kid needs socks.
The second needs a different cup.
The third “just breathed wrong.”
The fourth is crying because the fifth looked at them.
The sixth… I don’t know, he’s probably scaling a piece of furniture.

I drink coffee.
Another coffee.
Is it too early for another?
No. No it is not.

9:00 AM — The Coaching Trifecta

I somehow became a soccer coach, a cheer coach, and a full-time referee for sibling arguments that break out every 3.4 seconds.

My body lives at home.
My soul lives in the car.
My mind? Pure chaos.

I spend the next several hours saying things like:

  • “Stop licking the equipment.”

  • “We do NOT tackle our teammates.”

  • “Pom-poms are not weapons.”

  • “Where are your shoes? WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SHOELESS?!”

12:00 PM — Special Needs Mom Mode Activated

Here’s the real talk: this part of my day is full of appointments, advocacy, scheduling, emotions, breakthroughs, setbacks, and victories no one else sees.

It’s beautiful.
It’s challenging.
It’s sacred.
It’s exhausting.
It’s worth every second.

It’s also the moment where I turn into a mix of:

  • therapist

  • case manager

  • detective

  • bodyguard

  • emotional support human

  • Jedi master

All while holding another coffee like my life depends on it.
(And honestly? It does.)

3:00 PM — My Studio: The Chaos Kingdom

Now we enter Ink y Hilo, the magical, messy, slightly-dangerous headquarters where all your bold, vibrant, sugar-skull goodness comes to life.

People imagine my workspace like some Pinterest dream.
Let me crush that fantasy:

  • Glitter everywhere.

  • Thread stuck to my socks.

  • A half-finished embroidery hoop staring at me like, “Girl… really?”

  • A DTF print drying on top of a science project I think belongs to my kid.

  • Three empty coffee cups.

  • One full one that got cold before I could drink it.

This is my happy place.
This is my chaos.
This is my empire.

7:00 PM — Dinner, Meltdowns & Existential Questions

Someone doesn’t like what I made.
Someone else suddenly LOVES that same food and wants seconds.
Someone is crying.
Someone is dancing.
Someone is missing.
Just kidding — found them behind the couch with a granola bar.

I ask myself deep questions like:

  • “Why is the floor sticky?”

  • “Where did that smell come from?”

  • “Was today Tuesday???”

Spoiler: I never find the answers.

10:00 PM — Finally Sitting Down… to Work More

This is when I get to create.
When I get to breathe.
When I get to channel my angel baby’s quiet strength and turn my day into art.

This business holds my family together.
This business keeps the lights on.
This business lets me show my kids what resilience looks like — in color, in thread, in grit, and in love.

And yes, I still have glitter in my hair.

Midnight — The Moment of Delusional Motivation

This is when the creativity hits like a truck.
New ideas.
New designs.
New chaos.

Will I regret staying up this late tomorrow?
YES.
Will I do it again?
ALSO YES.

Because this life — the mess, the madness, the magic — it’s mine.
And somehow, I’m rocking it… feral goblin style.


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