Saying Hello

Entry One: The Why

Hi, my name’s Bellamy—and my life? Well... it’s kind of a beautiful disaster.

If you’re here because you need a laugh, want to feel better about your own parenting, or just need proof that someone else’s life is more chaotic than yours—welcome home. You’ve found your people.

Let me give you a little backstory on why I started this blog.It all began one morning while I was herding the kids out of bed like a sleep-deprived drill sergeant. In an act of desperation (and mild nostalgia), I turned on Cheaper by the Dozen to entertain the tiny humans while I ran around packing lunches, finding socks, and yelling “WHERE’S YOUR OTHER SHOE?” like it was a national emergency.

In between tying shoelaces and refereeing breakfast arguments, I caught glimpses of the movie and thought, “Yep. This feels familiar.”Then it hit me—I’m living somewhere between Cheaper by the Dozen and Marley & Me.I mean, no, I don’t have twelve kids (bless those who do), but I do have four kids, two dogs, two cats, and one grown man I call a husband. So… close enough.

As the older two were heading out the door, they laughed and said,“Mom, you should write a book about our life. Someone out there would get a kick out of it—or at least feel seen.”I laughed, nodded, and thought, “A book? Yeah… no. I can’t even finish my grocery list without getting distracted.”

I’m 99% sure I have adult ADHD or a severe case of ‘mom brain’—still under investigation. Either way, the attention span required to write a book? Not happening.So instead, I figured: blog = digital brain dump = perfect.

If you're someone who:

• Has ever hidden in the bathroom just to breathe

• Lives on cold coffee and baby wipes

• Finds yourself laughing one second and screaming into a pillow the next

• Is navigating grief, marriage, motherhood, or all three while stepping on Legos...

You’re in the right place.

This blog is my journal. A space for real stories—messy, raw, hilarious, and sometimes painfully honest. We’ll talk about everything:

• Toddlers throwing tantrums (and bananas)

• Babies who won’t sleep

• Marriages that feel like tag-team wrestling

• Losing people you love

• Finding faith again

• And learning to laugh through it all, even when it feels like everything is on fire.

If nothing else, I hope my chaos makes you feel a little less alone.Because struggles are still valid, even if they don’t look like someone else’s.To the mom questioning everything, to the dad running on fumes—this space is for you.

Welcome to the mess. You’re not alone here.