Mompreneur Life: Running a Real Estate Biz with One Hand and a Nerf Gun in the Other

Mompreneur Life: Running a Real Estate Biz with One Hand and a Nerf Gun in the Other
By Samantha at Chickens, Cookies, Closings

Hey girl, come sit at my kitchen table. Don’t mind the Legos underfoot or the cookie dough smudge on the chair—you’re family here.

Let me paint you a picture:
I’m on a client call, negotiating a closing like a boss… while my five-year-old is launching foam darts at my head and asking for snacks like it’s his full-time job. Welcome to the beautifully chaotic world of a mompreneur. Specifically, a real estate mama who slays deals while slinging snacks and occasionally yelling, “DO NOT shoot the Silkie!”

Yep. That’s me.
And if you’re anything like me—running a business, raising a family, and occasionally wondering if dry shampoo counts as self-care—you are not alone.

Real Talk: You Can Do Both

There’s this old-school lie floating around that you have to choose—either be a boss in business or be fully present as a mom. Nope. Not here. Not today, Satan. I’m here to tell you that you can crush closings and crush juice boxes.

Will it be easy? Heck no.
Will it be worth it? Every. Single. Nerf-dodging. Minute.

My Reality: From Chickens to Closings

Here’s a day in my real estate life:

🐓 Morning: Feed the chickens (yes, including Felicia the broody Silkie who thinks she’s queen of the coop).
☕ Mid-morning: Send a listing to a buyer while reheating the same cup of coffee for the fourth time.
🧁 Noon: Bake banana muffins for homeschool snack time while answering inspection questions.
🔫 Afternoon: Get pelted with Nerf darts during a Zoom meeting. Smile like nothing’s happening.
🏡 Evening: Show homes, answer calls, and negotiate deals while whisper-yelling, “We don’t jump on the couch with peanut butter on our hands!!”

It’s not polished. It’s not perfect. But it’s ours—and that’s what makes it powerful.

How I Make It Work (and You Can Too)

Here’s my not-so-secret sauce:

Grace Before Grind
Start the day with Jesus. Even if it’s just a quick prayer while putting on mascara or hiding in the pantry. I ask for patience, peace, and that none of my listings get haunted. (Hey, it’s a thing.)
Systems Save Sanity
Color-coded calendars. Automated texts. Grocery delivery. Anything that saves my brain cells is a win. I’m all about working smarter, not harder. Unless we’re talking about bread dough. Then I’m all in.
Let the Kids In
My son knows Mama helps people find houses. He gets excited about “For Sale” signs. He thinks the lockbox is some kind of treasure chest. When he feels part of my mission, he roots for me.
Laugh Through the Crazy
Because crying ruins the mascara. And let’s be honest, life is way more fun when you can laugh at the wild parts. Like that time I showed a house with a chicken poop smear on my boot. (Still closed the deal.)

To the Mama Dreaming Big

You’re not “just” a mom. You’re a visionary. A leader. A chaos coordinator. A deal closer. Whether you’re chasing toddlers or chasing leads—your work matters.

You can be soft and strong.
You can build homes and build dreams.
You can bake cookies and bake up business strategies.

You are not alone in this crazy, Nerf-blasting, client-calling, chicken-chasing life. I’m right there with you.

So here’s to you, Mama.
To the ones doing open houses with a snack bag in their purse and a band-aid in their wallet.
To the ones whose laptops are crusted in Play-Doh, and whose hearts are full of purpose.

This is the Mompreneur Life.
Messy. Magical. And 100% worth it.

Now pass the coffee—and duck. He’s got a foam sword this time.

🧁💼🐓
With love, laughter, and a loaded Nerf blaster,
Samantha
Chickens. Cookies. Closings.
Because who says you can’t have it all… with a side of animal crackers?