Hello, I’m Jasmine Christmas. I’m a studio founder, producer, and a mother of two. This basically means I'm running two start-ups at once, one of which refuses to sleep past 6 a.m.

As the creator of Motherloading, I’m throwing open the curtain on the backstage chaos so many mothers in the games industry are quietly managing: the late-night builds and the school runs, the patch notes and the packed lunches, the deadlines and the dentist appointments.

Motherloading is not just a project. It’s a full-bodied, chaotic scream-laugh into the void of modern womanhood, creative burnout and the "gentle" avalanche of tasks society expects us to juggle while looking “effortlessly cool.” Spoiler: we’re not doing it effortlessly, and we’re done pretending.

Together with a team of glorious, slightly frazzled geniuses, Jasmine created Motherloading to shine a fluorescent light on the absurdity of it all.

Why We’re Doing This

Being a mother in games means navigating a workplace still catching up. It means logging into standups while rocking a baby, or quietly hiding your family responsibilities to seem “professional.” It means guilt for being too much, for not being enough, for even wanting more.

Motherloading exists because that invisibility is exhausting. Because if we can’t drop the mental load (yet), we can at least drag it into the spotlight, stick googly eyes on it and make it part of the game.

We want to make mothers feel seen, not as an edge case but as brilliant, overloaded, undervalued players in this industry. We want to start conversations, create solidarity and maybe build a tiny bit of systemic sabotage disguised as humour.

What We Want to Achieve

Motherloading is a love letter to the ones keeping everything spinning — the studio leads replying to Slack from the school pickup line, the QA testers juggling bottles and bug reports, the art directors breastfeeding between builds.

Through satire, storytelling, and game mechanics, we’re creating a space for recognition and relief. A chance to say: “Yes, this is real. Yes, it’s ridiculous. And no, you’re not imagining it.”