You need a sec to yourself—BUT… Plot twist: your phone won’t actually solve your problem.
Enter a solution to help you stop the noise and get your brain back as a working mom without feeding your time to an infinity scroll, buying another planner, or optimizing your life with AI.
Do you want two minutes to yourself and your full brain back? As a working mom, you’re “on” 24/7 but always feel like you’re failing somewhere.
There’s so much depending on you, but your career is covered in Goldfish crumbs, and your life feels like a box of puzzle pieces without a lid.
You’re grateful but exhausted, hiding in the bathroom doomscrolling, praying the solitude lasts more than 30 seconds.
Why don’t the pieces fit together? How does anyone do this? And where the heck did your brain go?
Get the solution.
But… here you are. Still in survival mode, an unraveling thread that will never fit through the tiny needle hole no matter how loud you scream at it.
You even got someone to help with the house. 💁♀️
You want to be intentional. Peaceful.
To be a fun mom, a fun partner—
but most days you’re scraping by, a tiny plastic Bluey tail impaling your sole.
You know how to get your stuff together. You’re capable, talented, strong, and have a plan to keep from becoming the printer in the breakroom, always jammed or out of ink…
AI optimized your timetables.
Recreated manageable self care routines,
You’ve bought the planners,
For men with 24-hour hormone cycles. Not 30-day ones.
Not for nursing bodies.
Not for folks carrying 35% more of the caregiving and education load at home (Cleo, 2020).
The daily planners you’re buying?
Those AI schedules you’re generating?
All based on productivity advice, 93% of which is written by—shocker—men (Adachi, 2024).
And honestly? It’s not a win/lose game in the first place.
If you need to hear you’re more
than your performance, this is it.
Small enough to keep in your pocket, this book replaces the doom scroll for real recovery and lower stress hormones—no performing, no algorithms, and no literature degrees required.
Real poems from a really burned out toddler mom.
enter...
55 pages of tech-free mindfulness to grab instead of your phone.
Time back from the scroll hole and its noise, sleeplessness, and comparison.
Small enough to fit in your pocket or diaper bag—i.e. wherever you are when you need a minute.
Validation you don’t need a literature degree to read.
25 poems from a mom in the thick of her burnout season, reaching through to say this is hard, you’re not alone, and you’re doing a good job.
hERE'S HOW IT WORKS
designed by a career facilitator and strategist
and pick up art.
Just what happens to our brains
when we put down our phones
Nope. Not magic. Or medicine.
mindful downtime for real life as a working mom.
After reading all the way through, choose your own adventure: read it through again, reread your faves, or open at random.
Test any, all, or none of the mindfulness experiments included in the “Instructions” section as you read.
Put it somewhere you can grab it instead of your phone—like your pocket or bag—for whenever you need a breather.
The book’s introduction straight to your inbox.
Be prepped to party like it’s your birthday when your new go-to stress-management tool arrives in the mail.
Oh, and don’t forget the other costs of screen time …
For the same price as the last planner / impulse Amazon purchase …
For cheaper than DoorDash because you’re too tired to cook …
For less than the $33 / month an average person spends on apps and subscriptions
keeping them glued to their phones …
Value
$4.99
Value
$47
💔 Validates juggling work and kids IS soul-crushing.
🗣️ Permission to say "this is hard" instead of "cherish every moment."
✍️ Written by a mom who's lived the impossible math of being present for her kids and her job.
📧 The book's introduction delivered straight to your inbox
🚀 Get started before the physical book reaches your mailbox
🎉 Emotional prep so you're ready to party like it's your birthday when your stress-management tool arrives
🧠Activate your brain's actual rest mode (the thing scrolling blocks).
😮💨Lower stress hormones without having to "do" anything.
🔌Mental downtime for your real life—no Wi-Fi, charging, or apps needed.
Value
$34/month
you get
🧠Activate your brain's actual rest mode (the thing scrolling blocks).
😮💨Lower stress hormones without having to "do" anything.
🔌Mental downtime for your real life—no Wi-Fi, charging, or apps needed.
Value
$34/month
💔 Validates juggling work and kids IS soul-crushing.
🗣️ Permission to say "this is hard" instead of "cherish every moment."
✍️ Written by a mom who's lived the impossible math of being present for her kids and her job.
Value
$47
📧 The book's introduction delivered straight to your inbox.
🚀 Get started before the physical book reaches your mailbox.
🎉 Emotional prep so you're ready to party like it's your birthday when your stress-management tool arrives.
Value
$4.99
You’ll snap a pic of the undamaged book and send it with a note to hello@zoemilesloeser.com about why this didn’t work for you. I’ll respond in 5-7 days with a prepaid shipping label.
“This sounds too good to be true…” Here’s a 30-Day Feel-Like-You Guarantee (U.S.A. Orders) to feel 100% confident in your purchase:
Once the package ships within 30 days of arriving at your doorstep,
I'd rather give you $26.99 back than add more guilt to your nightstand.
(I'm a blast.)
Who’s the heart of teaching us
to be in healthy relationships? Mothers.
Who’s isolated with a fading
sense of worth and self? Moms.
It doesn’t have to be this way, friend.
A friend there said, “This could be every mother’s poem ...
"and it makes
me feel so seen."
I’m a poet creating tech-free mindfulness and self care tools for moms in the workforce to help them feel more like themselves without adding to their to do list.
The poems in Poems of a Burned Out Toddler Mom are the poems I took to therapy to figure out why I was burning into a pile of ashes as a facilitator and strategist in the nonprofit sector (in between pump sessions, of course).
I hosted a poetry reading for my birthday after I quit my desk job.
let's go together.
hop in, mama. i've got just the thing.
… grab your phone for a break but feel worse after scrolling
… want your brain back as a working mom without adding anything to your to-do list
… need real rest, not more apps or optimizing
… want margin in your life without zoning out
… crave not more advice but validation that this season is hard
… need to hear you’re more than your performance
… want to model reading an actual book for your kids (can't be what they can't see)
... you're looking to reorganize your entire life. This book won't teach you productivity hacks, morning routines, or time management.
... you're hoping for parenting advice or strategies for managing work-life balance. These poems won't tell you how to get your toddler to sleep or negotiate flexible work arrangements.
... you prefer digital everything and think carrying a physical book is inconvenient. This is designed unplugged—no apps, no notifications, no charging required.
... you feel like you're nailing it and don't relate to feeling exhausted, like a failure, or like your brain became breastmilk along the way.
Let's get down to business ("to defeat... the huns...")
Yes. These poems are designed for real mom life—the bathroom break, the pickup line, the minute before your next Zoom call. Most poems take under a minute to read.
You don't need a meditation cushion or uninterrupted time—grab it when you can.
Because this requires zero performance from you. No tracking habits, no daily commitment, no "doing it right." Just words that remind you you're human when you feel like a malfunctioning robot.
It works when you're too tired to optimize anything else. It’s not grounded in the 93% man-built productivity system (Adachi, 2024), and it’s tech-free so you avoid the “Now what was I doing?” that comes with doing anything on your phone.
Poetry’s met people where they are for centuries. It can meet you there, too.
These aren't flowery, academic poems that require a literature degree. They're written by a drowning mom, for drowning moms.
Think less Shakespeare, more "I thought it was just me." No poetry background necessary.
If Poems of a Burned Out Toddler Mom doesn't help you feel more like yourself within 30 days of delivery to you—with real brain rest when choosing it instead of your phone—I'll refund your purchase price.
Snap a pic of the undamaged book and send it with a note to hello@zoemilesloeser.com sharing why this didn’t work for you. I’ll respond with a prepaid shipping label.
Once the package ships within 30 days of delivery to you, I’ll give 100% of your money back. (U.S.A. orders only)
This is print-on-demand meaning your book is created fresh to order (my precious executive functioning would sink the biz if I had to ship them myself).
Expect 5-7 business days for printing plus 3-5 business days shipping within the US. International orders take 10-15 business days total.
Raise your right hand and repeat after me, "I solemnly swear not to work for free." Now we're on the same page, no—I only sell this book through my website.
It’s traditionally accepted for authors to live in “starving artist” territory, so many self-publishers get away with paying authors what’s passible. I found a provider who lets me set a livable profit margin, so when you see those shipping times and fees, feel good about patron-ing the on-demand (+B Corp!) company that lets me have a business rather than a hobby.
I am many things; a therapist is not one of them. This isn’t medical advice or treatment, but I’m a fan of therapists, treatment, and medication (#zoloft4life).
I also do not guarantee the results I mention in my website. My claims are based on research of what putting down our phones and picking up art can do for our brains, but everyone is different.
And if it doesn’t work for you? A-okay, mama. Try it risk-free with a 30-day guarantee.
Oh, definitely not. This little book and your tired, precious brain are no match for trillion-dollar tech giants whose business model feeds off your scroll time.
This book is built to give you a better break—science says reading poetry activates your brain's rest mode and lowers stress hormones—no apps, no performance, no doing it “right.”
So go ahead: swap a chunk of your 4.8-hour daily scroll (Statista, 2023) for real recovery.
And if it doesn’t work for you? A-okay, mama. Try it risk-free with a 30-day guarantee.
Don't let "I'll get to it later" steal a chance at tech-free mindfulness that’s a pocket-sized fit for your season.
But know this—when the next book drops (and Poems of a Postpartum Toddler Mom is in the works!), Poems of a Burned Out Toddler Mom goes in the vault—because each collection captures a specific season of motherhood.
For less than your last impulse Amazon purchase, this solution finds time lost and real recovery: pocket-sized relief written from the thick of it, meeting you where you are—even if you’re hiding in the bathroom.
And yup, ya could buy another planner. You could generate another AI-optimized schedule. (Both of which likely ignore your hormone cycle and caregiving load.)
It’s impossible math—they need you everywhere all the time.
Do you want to feel like yourself again as a working mom—not the productivity robot with work deadlines and yogurt in your hair?
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What working
moms are saying
"There’s not a lot of space to say, 'I don’t like this,' in parenting. Because of Zoe, I have permission to not be a perfect crunchy mom with every natural mothering instinct every second, attuned to their every need, meeting it joyfully. It’s a weight lifted."
"My children take everything that I am and everything I have. I love it, and it’s worth it.
And it’s draining.
Rachel monday, Nonprofit Professional
mom of two
"I feel like I can think clearer, and I can use my voice. I can figure stuff out. If I didn’t have all these good words in my life, I would be saying a lot of things I would rather not say. I would be more aggressive. Now I can speak differently, act differently, vibe differently."
"These poems make me feel stronger, that I’m not the only one who feels this way.
Shasta Hartley, Small Business Owner
Mom of Five