how it all started

I married my high-school sweetheart, hit fast-forward on adulthood, and—boom—babies, bills, and 3 a.m. diaper runs became our new normal. With money forever tight, I hustled through nursing school, clocked long shifts, and tried to keep everyone fed while quietly ignoring the baggage I’d dragged in from my own past. Burnout showed up wearing yoga pants and a messy bun, and instead of dealing with it, I did what every overtired mom eventually does: I scrolled. And scrolled. And doom-scrolled.

One day the thumb stopped and the camera flipped. I started posting tiny skits, lip-syncing voice-overs, and sharing the sarcastic one-liners my family hears daily. Filming became my pressure-valve—an honest, creative outlet where anxiety could turn into laughter and connection.

Then something wild happened: the follower count ticked up. DMs rolled in—first a free product here, then an affiliate link there, eventually full-blown brand deals. That’s when the lightbulb finally flickered to life: the everyday chaos I was already sharing held real value.

So I leaned all the way in. Instagram became both therapy and side-income, a place where I could be fully me and help pay for soccer cleats. Now my mission is simple: keep creating, keep cashing in, and show every other overwhelmed, big-dreaming mom that her own feed can do the same. If our beautiful mess can become a business, the door is wide open for you, too.