Back to school can be… tricky. The lazy mornings of summer slowly give way to earlier alarms, lunch-packing, permission slips, and a whole new level of where are your shoes?! It’s a jarring shift—like stepping off a floaty into a cold pool. Suddenly everything is faster, louder, and more demanding. For many families, this shift leads to power struggles, rushed mornings, and frazzled evenings. But what if it didn’t have to? What if this year could feel different? What if instead of anxiety, we started the school year with peace? What if instead of chaos, we embraced rhythm? 🌙 Why Rhythm > Routine Now don’t get me wrong—I’m all for a helpful checklist. But what your family really needs isn’t a strict schedule or even a Pinterest-worthy routine. You need a rhythm—a natural flow to your day that’s rooted in your values and flexible enough for real life. Rhythm is what makes life feel livable. It’s prayers whispered over dinner. It’s snuggles before sleep. It’s that gentle pause after school where you ask “What color was your day?” instead of “Did you get your work done?” Rhythms aren’t about perfection. They’re about presence. And that presence? That’s what brings the peace. 🚸 Before & After: A Tale of Two Mornings Let’s imagine a “typical” back-to-school scene... The alarm goes off. Everyone’s late. A child is yanked out of sleep with “Hurry up! The bus is coming!” They stumble through teeth brushing, clothes are halfway on, a granola bar is tossed into their hand. At school, the day is just as rushed—timed tests, limited bathroom breaks, more pressure. They get home and are told, “Sit down and do your homework.” Then dinner. Then practice. Then bed. Then repeat. No wonder everyone feels disconnected. Now, imagine a post–Rooted and Ready morning: The alarm still goes off. But this time, the house is prepared. Clothes were laid out the night before. Backpacks packed. You greet your child with a gentle, “Good morning, love,” and a few quiet minutes snuggling or reading. They know the rhythm of what’s next: breakfast, dress, connection point, out the door. You’re not perfectly on time, but you are perfectly in tune. At the end of the day, instead of jumping straight into homework mode, there’s a reconnecting moment—maybe a snack and a snuggle, maybe a silly dance in the kitchen. But the energy is grounded. You see, I can’t make your schedule less hectic. I can’t cancel soccer or lighten your workload or make dinner cook itself (though wouldn’t that be lovely?). But I can help you find connection in the chaos. I can help you build rhythms that anchor your family, even on the busiest days. Because peace isn’t about doing less—it’s about being more present in what you’re already doing. Rooted & Ready doesn’t give you a rigid system. It gives you a way of showing up—with intention, with grace, and with rhythms that make room for what really matters. Peace doesn’t mean quiet. It means everyone knows where they belong. It means your home feels like home, even in the hustle. This is what we build inside Rooted & Ready—not just a better morning, but a better way of being together. You don’t need to overhaul your life. You just need rhythms that reflect what matters most to you. If you're craving that kind of grounded peace heading into this school year, you're invited. Join me for Rooted & Ready—a 5-day experience to help you create rhythms that bring calm, connection, and clarity to your days. Click here to join the waitlist - and be the first to know when registration opens. Let’s do this together. Because peace starts at home—and so do we. 🌿 Peace is possible. Let’s build it together.

Ah, summer. The season of sunshine, sandy toes, sticky popsicle fingers… and somehow, the slow unraveling of a mama’s sanity. We go into it with the best intentions. We make the bucket lists, we pin the crafts, we imagine slow mornings with sleepy snuggles and giggly backyard adventures. And then—reality. Reality looks a lot more like wet towels draped over every surface, endless snack negotiations, sibling squabbles at 9:04 a.m., and a mountain of expectations we somehow set for ourselves. Summer can be magical. But it can also be a lot. There’s the through of too much noise and not enough quiet. The through of too much giving and not enough receiving. The through of too many demands and not enough breathing room. And we try to muscle through it. Because we love our kids. We want to be present. We want them to have a beautiful childhood. But sometimes? We forget that we’re part of that beauty too. Mama, you matter. Not just the meals you plan or the sunscreen you apply. Not just the messes you clean or the memories you make. YOU. Your joy. Your soul. Your spark. It matters. And that’s why Messy & Magical: A Grace-filled Summer Camp for Moms exists. It’s a virtual space created not to add more to your to-do list, but to invite you to rediscover the grace that’s already yours. It’s a place to feel seen, to reconnect with your heart, and to remember that summer isn’t just about surviving the kids being home. It’s about you enjoying them — and yourself — too. Inside camp, you’ll find: ✨ Encouragement to help you shift from guilt to grace ✨ Community that reminds you you’re not alone ✨ Simple, soulful prompts that help you savor your summer ✨ And a whole lot of love for the messy, magical mama you already are So if you're feeling worn down by the throughs of summer — If you’ve ever wondered when is it my turn? This is your invitation. Your joy matters this summer, too. 👉 Grab more info here (no commitment/no strings) 👉 Jump right in and register for camp here With grace and sandy feet, Lacie

As I sat by my three-year-old’s bed tonight, waiting for him to fall asleep (and mentally calculating how much sleep I’d get if he conked out right now), I was struck by that all-too-familiar wave of exhaustion. You know, the kind that feels like it’s etched into your very soul after a long day of parenting. And yet, instead of flopping onto the couch, I felt compelled to write this—to share the side of parenting that doesn’t get wrapped up in glittery bows or staged Instagram shots. Because, let’s be real—parenting is hard. I’m not here to be some magical parenting guru with a shiny solution to make it less hard. (Spoiler: that doesn’t exist.) But what I can share are the tools I’ve picked up that make the hard stuff just a little easier to handle. And even with those tools, let’s be clear: there are still days when the exhaustion wins. But here’s the thing—there’s a huge difference between going to bed completely exhausted and going to bed completely defeated. Defeat Feels Different I can still remember those earlier days—the ones when I’d crawl into bed not just tired, but totally wrecked. Back then, my “parenting toolbox” was pretty much empty, and I constantly felt like I was failing. There were days when bedtime was less of a relief and more of a spiral into “What am I even doing wrong?” territory. Fast forward to now, and yes, I still end my days tired (okay, maybe utterly wiped out). But the difference? That exhaustion feels like evidence of the work I’ve done. And that work reminds me of how far I’ve come. Why Exhaustion Can Be a Badge of Honor This kind of exhaustion is a weirdly beautiful thing—it reminds me I showed up. That I tried. That even if the day wasn’t perfect (because spoiler: it never is), I’m here, doing my best for my kids. Look, there’s no magical wand for parenting (though, wow, wouldn’t that be amazing?). But the truth is, our kids don’t need perfect parents. They need us—showing up, making memories, and laughing at (and sometimes even dancing through) the chaos. And honestly, I’ll take the bone-deep exhaustion of a day well-parented over the soul-crushing weight of defeat every time. Let’s Be Real For every parent out there who’s trudging through the trenches of sleepless nights, sibling squabbles, and all the snack requests: You’re not alone. It’s okay to feel tired. It’s okay to admit that it’s hard because—guess what?—it is. But when you tuck those kiddos in at night and see their sleepy faces, you’ll know it’s all worth it. The exhaustion, the effort, the “oh-my-goodness-I-can’t-do-this” moments—they all matter. So, the next time you flop into bed and feel like you’ve got nothing left to give, let that exhaustion be your reminder: you showed up. You worked hard. And tomorrow? You’ll do it all again because that’s what love looks like in the trenches of parenting.