My Kids Are Gross, My Smoke Detector Hates Me, So I Went to Vegas

I hit my limit this week—between disgusting teenage bedrooms, a middle-of-the-night smoke detector meltdown, and just… life piling on, I needed out. So I went to Vegas. Alone. And somewhere between early morning slot machines, winning $$$ playing Keno, and meeting the kindest strangers at a bar, something shifted. This episode is about losing your mind a little… and then finding yourself again. Why doing things alone is powerful, why small annoyances can push you over the edge, and why we need more people like Molly in this world. Also—yes, I recorded myself yelling at my kid. You’re welcome.