How to Build a Blog While Your Toddler Eats Your Charger

True story: I wrote half this blog post on my phone while hiding in the bathroom. The other half? In my head, while reheating rice again and pretending I didn’t just step on a Lego.

-SHU

True story: I wrote half this blog post on my phone while hiding in the bathroom. The other half? In my head, while reheating rice again and pretending I didn’t just step on a Lego.

Building a blog with three kids, ongoing school courses, and absolutely no background silence (unless everyone’s asleep, and even then it’s suspiciously too quiet)… is not for the faint of heart.

But here I am — slowly, messily, hilariously — still showing up.

Because somewhere between nap times, overdue assignments, and trying to explain what a blog even is to people around me, I realized something:
This little online space? It’s mine.
It’s where I exhale.
It’s where I remember I’m still becoming.
And for the first time in a long time…
I can breathe.

I’ve deleted blogs before. Restarted Instagram pages. Started YouTube channels at midnight and deleted them by lunch. Tried Etsy. Tried AI. Tried just crying into my tea. But this time feels different. Not perfect. But rooted. Quietly rooted.

Maybe it’s because I’m not doing it for quick wins anymore.
I’m doing it because something inside me refuses to give up.

And guess what?
While I’m juggling blog drafts, mommy duty, and school logins — I’m also getting ready to travel.
London is calling, and so is a chance to surprise someone I love.
Maybe even Paris (if I manifest it hard enough or find the right train deal).
It’s not a vacation. It’s a deep breath.

I’m still a student. I’m still a full-time mom.
I’m still figuring out affiliate links, Canva layouts, and whether I should nap or edit that blog post.

But I’m also a woman learning to build a soft space for herself online — even if she has to build it one bathroom break at a time.

So, if you're trying to start something — a blog, a business, a you — and life keeps interrupting…

Let it. And then keep going anyway.

There’s no perfect setup. There’s no guaranteed outcome.
There’s just you, your charger (hopefully uneaten), and the decision to begin again.

And if you’re still reading this?

You already did.

-She,Unseen