Sip, Share and Support: A Warm Pause in Mama Chaos

I kept waiting for the mythical season of motherhood where nobody needs a snack and my inbox is finally empty. Then my son started preschool, and I realized that season might not exist. So I'm done waiting, and I'm learning to use the 15 minutes I actually have.

The internet loves telling women to pick a niche and never leave it. In this edition of The Millennial Mom Edit, Brittany explains why she's not shrinking herself into one little box, and why your niche might just be you.

There's something about September that feels different. Maybe it's the cooler mornings, the school pictures, the sudden urge to reorganize your whole life. Or maybe it's the realization that time doesn't care whether you're ready for the next chapter — because next week, my baby starts preschool, and I'm feeling everything all at once.

Nobody really warns you about the grief that comes with motherhood... I don't mean the obvious kind. I mean the kind that sneaks up on you when your child does something you've been waiting months (or years) for them to do. For me, it meant my son not wanting my help getting dressed this past week... And I quietly got emotional. You tell everyone how proud you are. But then, sometimes when nobody is looking, you realize… "They don't need me for that anymore." Somehow, that hu

Brittany: The Millennial Mom Edit Every year, I buy the planner. I reorganize the pantry. I promise myself I'll wake up earlier, drink more water, meal prep, work out five days a week, keep the house spotless, be more patient with my kid, spend less money, and somehow become the version of myself I've been chasing all year... By August, though? Most of us are just trying to survive the last stretch of summer. The snacks are disappearing faster than the groceries can be replac

Eight years ago, I was sitting in a fertility specialist's office, crying. I was overwhelmed by diagnoses, appointments, and the weight of wondering if I'd ever become a mom. At the time, it felt like my life was standing still while everyone else's was moving forward. Fast forward to today, and I'm organizing preschool paperwork for my toddler. If someone had told that younger version of me that this would be my reality one day, I don't know if I would've believed them. Late

Hi, I’m Brittany. I’m 36, living in New York, a Stay-At-Home Mom, a blue-collar wife, and a proud pitbull mom of two very spoiled dogs who absolutely think they run the household (they’re not wrong). This is where I’m supposed to introduce myself in a neat little box, but the truth is, I’ve lived a few different versions of myself already. Before I was home all day with a toddler asking me “why?” approximately 4,000 times before 9 a.m.; I was a corporate millennial doing the