Welcome to the ctrl-alt-deleted version of my life.

Once upon a time, I had a morning routine that didn’t involve stepping on LEGOs barefoot, explaining to a toddler why the cat can’t wear diapers, or muting myself mid-Zoom call because someone was screaming about the injustice of a banana being “too banana-y.”

Then came motherhood.
And then came remote work.
And then came the apocalypse. (Okay, maybe not the biblical kind—but certainly a toy-strewn, schedule-destroyed, sleep-deprived version of one.)

This isn’t a guide.
It’s not a parenting manual.
It’s not even a productivity hack (unless duct tape counts).

This is a war journal. A digital memoir. A love letter to every stay-at-home mom who thought working from home would be “flexible” and “empowering” and instead found herself pitching sales strategies while wiping noses and hiding in the pantry for peace.

These pages are filled with the good, the bad, the hilarious, and the ugly cry kind of days.
The days you show up in a Zoom meeting looking like a human, and the days you wear the same sweatshirt for four meetings in a row and dare someone to notice.

If you've ever typed an email with one hand while spooning yogurt into a squirming child with the other, if you’ve ever rescheduled a call because of a “glitter incident,” or if you’ve ever considered running away (just to Target and back)—this book is for you.

Let’s hit Ctrl+Alt+Delete together.
Not because we’re giving up.
But because we’re rebooting. Rewriting. Redefining what success looks like in a world where sippy cups and spreadsheets coexist.

Now grab your coffee (reheated, of course) and let’s get into it.