Will Get Back to You When the Noise in My Head Stops Do you know that feeling when you wake up already exhausted? No, you didn’t do anything. You just lived inside your own brain, which feels like carrying a backpack full of bricks that someone occasionally sets on fire. I’m not even sure anymore if I’m tired, anxious, introverted, mentally ill, or just... the Balkan version of a 2025 mother. In any case — it’s not something I’d put on my CV. Sometimes I think: “Maybe I shoul

The idea seemed great. The picture in my head a scene of utter serenity. We booked. We allowed ourselves a few days of anticipatory glee at the mere thought of a few days away family camping by the English seaside. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lyme_Regis#/media/File:Lyme_regis_general_view_arp.jpg And then we packed the car!!! We unpacked said car as the mountain of supplies were not going to fit. We went from pleasant holiday voices to strained silences as the man of the ho

Fireworks crack outside our window. “Aren’t they done yet? Don’t they realize people have kids in these homes?” Another loud boom. “That’s it! If they wake the kids up with their nonsense I am dropping off the screaming children with them. They can deal with it!” We live in a beautiful southern suburb with a penchant for holiday celebrations. But something about July Fourth has always irked me since I became a mom. And it’s not just the blasting “fun” taking place outside my