Emotional Support Pickles

I sat down during nap time with ONE very reasonable goal:

Post one thing to Pinterest.

(Something I’ve actually never done before, because I tend to be more of a follower.)

Five minutes.

Maybe more if I got distracted reorganizing the pantry — or staring into the fridge like it held mind-boggling answers.

Instead, I entered an obstacle course clearly designed by people who have never tried to accomplish anything while a toddler sleeps and you’re afraid to sneeze too loudly.

First, I couldn’t find where my download went.

My computer and I just stared at each other like,

well… that seems like a tomorrow problem.

Then Pinterest asked me to create a board, which felt wildly unmanageable.

I thought I was posting a picture, not building a she shed.

Then the publish button disappeared.

Gone.

Vanished.

Like my patience when someone hands my toddler a kazoo.

At this point, I briefly considered quitting the internet, moving to a cabin, and becoming the kind of woman who churns butter and puts together puzzles all day.

But then…

I found it.

Top right corner.

Where it had apparently been the entire time, mocking me.

Suddenly my words were out there — not in my random texts to myself, not in my head, not whispered to my husband while he pretends to listen — but floating around the internet like a tiny digital sunflower from suburban Kansas.

If you are trying to start something new while raising tiny humans, reheating the same cup of coffee all day, and wondering why you walked up to the pantry again…

Come sit by me.

You’re not bad at technology.

The publish button is just hiding.

After what felt like a space shuttle launch, it’s time to wine-d down because I’m mentally drained…

and I hear MOOOOOOOM at the top of the stairs.

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