Moms, in all their realness, rawness, and yes, messiness, are finally stepping into the spotlight. Not the Pinterest-perfect, color-coded motherhood. The kind where the dishes aren’t done, the laundry is multiplying like rabbits, and the toddler just drew on the wall while you were on a call.

What started as a personal rebellion against burnout turned into a full transformation. Motherhood was never supposed to feel like martyrdom. And the more I unlearned, the more I realized…I wasn’t lazy. I was tired. I was overwhelmed. I was doing too many of the wrong things. The Lazy Mom’s Guide is my way of helping other moms break free, too, from shame, from perfectionism, and from that toxic idea that “rest equals failure.”

The mom who has it all together —organized home, packed lunches, neatly dressed kids, thriving career, perfect Instagram grid, and somehow still finds time to bake banana bread and train for a marathon.