Friday nights in our house usually mean one thing: chaos in the kitchen and hungry teens circling the pantry like seagulls at the beach. One

Last Saturday, I was racing through the kitchen between helping my daughter write a last-minute school project and refereeing my son’s video game competition. The

Last Friday afternoon, I realized I had four hungry people, nearly zero dinner ideas, and half a neglected bag of tater tots in the freezer.

On a Thursday evening, smack in the middle of a chaotic week of soccer practice, math homework meltdowns, and me trying to figure out what

Last Thursday was one of those days where everything seemed to collide. Work was relentless, my toddler colored on the dog (yes, really), and by

Last Tuesday was one of those days. You know the kind: work emails piled up, the laundry sat mocking me from across the room, and

I had one of those afternoons last week, you know, the kind where the fridge is half-empty, the kids are “starving,” and everyone’s a little