Turns out, trying to be perfect is exhausting — and wildly overrated. These days, I’m embracing the chaos, ditching the comparisons, and learning to love the beautifully messy version of life I actually have. Welcome to Barely Tolerable — where being a hot mess is kind of a superpower.

There’s nothing quite like raising boys — the noise, the mess, the belly laughs over things that shouldn’t be funny (but totally are). From go-karts held together by duct tape to fridge doors left open mid-snack hunt, life as a boy mom was a beautiful whirlwind. Now, as my sons step into adulthood, I’m learning how to let go — with love, grace, and just a little bit of heartache. Here's what I’ve learned from the chaos… and why I’d do it all over again.

Not all friendships are built to last—and that’s okay. Some bloom for a season and vanish like my not-so-perennial flowers. Here's to the ones who stay, and the beauty of the ones who don’t. New on Barely Tolerable.

It all begins with an idea.