05/27/2026
Three toddlers. Three sets of big feelings.
One mommy-and-me hour that ended with me fried before the workday even started.
So after drop off (and before returning with outfit changes as a concession to the tantrums), I took a 15-minute nap.
The nap was 15 minutes.
The guilt lasted about the same.
Which raises a question — why do we demonize something our body is actively telling us it needs?
Here’s the part nobody tells postpartum moms: your performance — at work, with your kids, in your own head — is downstream of your recovery.
And your recovery has been outsourced to “whenever you can.”
That’s not a system. That’s a hope.
The Shift opens this September. Waitlist is live — link in bio.
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