Let’s do some living after we die

Running a small microbakery or cottage kitchen from a very very tiny and very very old home is a whole entire thing. Add to that 3 small children who aren’t in daycare or preschool. They’re just home with what used to be just me and a lot of baking, while their dad worked full time to support my passion and his passion alike.

We both chose careers that don’t pay well, don’t have a very high esteem and very little rest in between. But the cool part is we chose something we love to do. Finding the balance between loving your job and also loving your family is a tricky feat though. It’s hard to explain to a 3 year old that you’re in the kitchen all the time because you gotta pay the rent. To them I’m sure it just looks like we don’t have time to play. That may be the hardest part about working from home.

So we try very hard to take tiny family trips and leave the house and see extended relatives as often as possible. Brandon is a stay-at-home dad now, too. That’s a whole other topic that’s not always accepted for discussion. We definitely switched roles from your typical family dynamic. In our house, Mom is the bread winner and dad is the caretaker.

We regularly joke that when we’re old and our backs our bent and our knees are goo… we’ll retire to Paris and live off of cafe and croissants. Dreamy. You know it.