There’s a special kind of delusion that grips parents right around the time their kids hit elementary school. It’s this weird, caffeinated confidence that says, “Hey, you can totally crush a full-time job, organize a family calendar that rivals NASA’s launch schedule, and show up to every single school event without losing your mind or your car keys.” I know because I caught that bug. Hard.

After being laid off three times, I’ve learned that resilience isn’t just a buzzword—it’s a survival skill. This post shares my real, unfiltered journey through job loss and how each setback helped me come back stronger (and sassier) than before.

Let’s take a quick break from “Mom moments” and jump into the wild, wonderful world of early-career panic attacks. If you’re part of Gen Z or younger, buckle up—this one’s got faxes, FedEx, and enough analog tape to make your jaw drop.

Let me set the scene: Women’s Hospital, Texas, January 18th, 6am, somewhere between “way too early” and “are you kidding me?” My husband and I stumble in, bleary-eyed but determined—because today’s the day. After ten years, way too many ovulation kits, a ruptured ovarian cyst, two miscarriages, and more appointments than I care to count (we’ll save all this for another blog post!), my daughter Julia was finally going to make her grand entrance.

So… I’m finally starting a blog. I know, I know—talk about being just a wee bit late to the party. But truly, I’m here for a handful of reasons, and I thought it only fair to spill them all right up front.