💬 About me

Hey there — I’m Morgan. I’m a 26-year-old stay-at-home mom, a big fan of cozy things, fresh air, reality TV, and an ice-cold Diet Pepsi at the end of a long day. I live for the quiet moments, the tiny wins, and the real talk that usually happens after the baby’s finally down for a nap. That’s actually how this blog got its name.

When I became a mom to my sweet baby boy, everything in my world shifted. I had prepared for bottles, diapers, and sleepless nights — but I wasn’t prepared for how much I would start to lose touch with who I was outside of being “Mom.” I went from doing all the things I loved (like crocheting, reading, or wandering Target without a care in the world) to suddenly wondering where I had gone in the middle of all this beautiful chaos.

That’s when Nap Time Thoughts was born.

It started as a way to get my thoughts out — brain dumps, if I’m being honest. Writing became a form of therapy and self-connection. It was my way of sorting through the messy, magical, exhausting, hilarious, real moments of motherhood — the stuff that doesn’t always make it into the baby books or Instagram highlights.

Now, this blog is more than a personal outlet. It’s a space for connection, for community, and for reminding other moms (maybe like you?) that you’re not alone. Whether you’re in the trenches of postpartum, navigating nap schedules, wondering if you’ll ever fold the laundry again (spoiler: I won’t), or just craving five minutes to drink your coffee while it’s still hot — I see you.

I’m not here to give perfect advice or pretend I’ve figured it all out. I’m here to share honest reflections, small joys, and the little things that make us feel like ourselves again. You’ll find stories from my daily life, parenting choices that work (and some that don’t), honest product reviews, and small rituals that help me feel grounded — like curling up with a true crime doc or collecting crystals that make my space feel a little more “me.”

My goal is that when you visit this blog, it feels like catching up with a friend. Someone who gets it. Someone who cheers you on even when you haven’t showered, the baby’s screaming, and your idea of “me time” is sitting in silence for five minutes and breathing.

Thanks so much for being here. I hope you find something in these words that makes you laugh, think, exhale, or feel a little more human. You deserve that.

With love,

Morgan 💕