Annie’s busy with her kids, home-based business & trying to keep up with the house.  She’s goes and goes, but just can’t seem to get ahead. There’s clutter in every room, creeping onto surfaces and spilling onto the floor. She picks up, cleans around it, and stuffs what she can behind closed doors... feeling beyond frustrated, she is just over it. She has better things to do, but here she is *again* shuffling around stuff and getting nowhere.

It’s time for a change. It’s time to move seamlessly through her day, popping things easily back into their homes once they’re no longer being used, and saving her precious time (& frustration) every dang day.

It’s time for her house to feel like a home... where she can play with her kids, entertain her friends on weekends, and just unwind with her hubby at night.  But how?

It’s early morning and I’m in my kitchen, trudging from the coffee pot (where I pour a fresh cup of life)
to the pantry to get out breakfast (cereal & fruit today, because homemade pancakes are reserved for slow Saturday mornings).

After the kids eat and they’re washed up and playing, I’ll dust the living room and then answer some emails in between wiping bottoms, filling sippy cups, and getting down on the floor to read a board book (for the thousandth time) to my fair-faced baby-girl or join the land of make believe pushing cars and tractors around with my creative little guy.

Sometimes there’s a break for mindless social scrolling... and on occassion, there’s the need to put out a fire (figuratively speaking of course, well there was that one time - but that’s a story for another day).  Checking my watch I see it’s almost lunch time, so there I head, back to the kitchen to prepare another meal.

Pulling out leftovers I notice the feeling of emptiness, and my mind wanders... there has to be something else to focus on, something more than just going through these motions, just making it through the day.  Eww, mom’s aren’t supposed to think like that, are they?  My mom-guilt kicks in shaming me, can’t you just be grateful you have these precious little people to take care of.  Yes mom-guilt... of course I am grateful, 1,000% I am.  After giving myself a talking to I try to ignore the pull that won’t leave.  Now so strong it’s echoing in my mind, that maybe there is something more.  Could I be made for something more than this?

I know there are some of you reading this saying YES, yes, I know those feelings!  I have been torn like this before.   Maybe, you’re torn right now.  Maybe you’ve been there and shoved it back down, buried under the discomfort of said mom-guilt.  Or perhaps, you went with it; saw it as a sign, that yes, your purpose was even bigger than this.  Yet, you find yourself still struggling with that heavy motherly burden, that has been instilled in us (not even subconsciously, but often times like a bat to the face - that this isn’t what a “good mom” does).

Still with me?  It's about to get really GOOD!​