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  • Writer's pictureChristene Kamberis

Blue-Haired Smurfs and Coffee-Fueled Chaos: A Day in the Life of a Mom and Aspiring Writer

Greetings, fellow multitasking chaos coordinators! Today, I invite you to join me on a whirlwind adventure through the delightful mayhem of motherhood and the pursuit of a writing career. So grab your favorite caffeinated beverage (trust me, you'll need it), and let's dive headfirst into the madness!


Picture this: it's 6 AM, and the sun has barely peeked over the horizon. The birds are chirping, the coffee is brewing, and I'm mentally drafting my to-do list for the day and already exhausted. But before I can even take a sip of that precious liquid sanity, chaos ensues. Cue the sound of feet thundering down the hallway like a herd of stampeding elephants. It's morning, and the circus has officially begun.


Breakfast isn't even cooked yet!


As a mom, every day is a delicate dance between wrangling children, dogs, a husband and chickens, juggling schedules, and attempting to maintain a semblance of order in the midst of the madness while ensuring they are all clothed and fed. But today, dear reader, is no ordinary day. Today is crazy hair day at my son's day program, and I made the bold (some might say questionable) decision to go all-in with blue spray paint and gel.


Fast forward to 7:30 AM, and there we are in the bathroom, armed with a can of blue temporary hair spray paint and a sense of reckless abandon. My son's hair transforms from mundane to magnificent as streaks of vibrant blue cascade down his head like a waterfall of creativity. I scramble to grab wipes to clean off his face before it stains. He giggles with delight, completely unaware of the impending smurfification that awaits him by noon.


But alas, there's no time to dwell on the consequences of my artistic choices. The clock is ticking, and the morning rush is in full swing. Breakfast beckoned to be eaten. Lunches must be packed, backpacks must be stuffed, and coats must be wrangled onto squirming arms like a scene from a slapstick comedy.


It gets worse. My son is autistic. He is very tactile defensive on his...head. So the whole breakfast engagement, he continued to weave his fingers through his spikey blue hair and proceed to rub his eyes and ears furthering the smurfication process by each swipe of the hair.


And...our dog is (was) white. I can't make this up.


And then, just when I think we might actually make it out the door on time, the unexpected strikes. He decides he isn't going to school. Cue the negotiations, the bribes, and the inevitable begging for him to put his coat and shoes on and move to the vehicle!


As we finally pile into the car, hair still dripping with remnants of blue paint and hearts (mine) still racing from the morning madness, I steal a moment to glance at the clock. It's 8:15 AM, and we've somehow survived another chaotic morning.


Deep breath. Really deep breath!


Amidst the madness and the mayhem, there's a glimmer of something beautiful. In between the school runs and the snack negotiations, I find pockets of time to pursue my passion for writing. Some weeks, those pockets are few. Whether it's stealing moments at the kitchen table while I'm cooking or burning the midnight oil after everyone has finally drifted off to dreamland, I refuse to let the chaos extinguish my creative spark.

Because here's the thing, dear reader: motherhood may be chaotic, unpredictable, and downright exhausting at times, but it's also incredibly rewarding. And as I navigate the ups and downs of this wild journey, I cling to my writing like a lifeline, a reminder that amidst the chaos, there is beauty, there is laughter, and there is always, always, room for a little bit of blue-haired mischief.

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