Motherhood’s messy,
and so are we.
If you’ve ever ended the day wondering if you gave enough, this space is here to remind you that you did.
Inside you’ll find stories, confessions, and reminders that help motherhood feel a little lighter.
Welcome to My Chaos
(You're in Good Company)
I’m Ces. Three kids, one laptop, and a tendency to overthink. With a background in marketing and a heart for motherhood, I built Crumbs and Calendars as a place for moms who want honesty instead of perfection.
Start with my Mom Life posts or peek into the Brain Dumps. Either way, I’m glad you’re here.
Motherhood is not one story, it’s a hundred little ones.
Most days don’t look like the picture in our heads. They look like cold coffee, unanswered texts, and a to-do list that never ends.
I built Crumbs and Calendars for myself, for the thoughts that keep me up at night, the confessions I don’t always share with friends, and the messiness of motherhood that never makes it onto social media. The more I write here, the more I see that other moms feel it too, even if they never say it out loud.
01 Mom Life
Real and unfiltered moments of motherhood that remind you you’re not alone.
02 Brain Dumps
Late night thoughts and honest confessions that give a voice to what we often keep inside.
03 Free Checklists
Practical printables that ease the mental load from hospital bags to toddler routines.
04 Tried and Tested
Products I’ve used and little hacks that truly made mom life easier to manage.
Sometimes, the bravest thing a mom can do is choose herself
How Crumbs and Calendars Started
Crumbs and Calendars began as a safe place to put the thoughts that kept me up at night. I didn’t always share them with friends, not because they wouldn’t listen, but because I knew they were already carrying their own battles. Writing here gave me somewhere to release the weight and I started to see that other moms were holding the same quiet struggles.
For me, one of those struggles was staying in an eight-year relationship that left me broken more times than I can count. I thought holding on meant strength, but it drained my mental health until I finally chose to walk away. My kids deserve a mom who is present, and I deserve a life that doesn’t keep breaking me. That’s the heart of this space. It is a reminder that moms and their stories matter, even in the mess and the hard choices.
home
noun | the person they always run to, not the place
It’s the lap they crawl into when the world feels big
The voice they want when they’re sick
The hands that pack the snacks and carry the weight
It’s not always clean
Rarely quiet
But it’s always safe.