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By Jess, on February 16th, 2012% So my post about being in a rock and a hard place? Well I took over and now I’m the rock. I decided to make things happen. Thank you to those of you who commented and reached out in support. I appreciate you all.
Back to today.
Unfortunately when I picked up my girl to . . . → Read More: Jess is the Rock.
By Jess, on February 16th, 2012% I have never cried about daycare.
Until yesterday. Twice.
Ava’s been in daycare since she was 2 years old. That is four whole years ago. Allie started daycare when she was 3 1/2 months old. It’s been fine. To say their daycares were different…well that would be an understatement. No matter though, because I . . . → Read More: Rock + Hard Place = Jess
By Jess, on January 25th, 2012% Valentine’s Day is coming! I know right? Wasn’t it just Christmas? Three weeks people! Don’t wait till all they have left are crappy Valentine’s cards. Take your kids nowwwww!
If you know me, you know I think holidays are lame and manufactured. Seriously, why do you want to go out to dinner on a night . . . → Read More: Hearts & Cupcakes.
By Jess, on January 23rd, 2012%
And by that title, I’m referring to time home with sick kiddos–not sick mommy. All I need to say if you’re home sick by yourself is try and take a nap in between that load of laundry and washing dishes.
Both girls are sick. Again.
We had a full weekend out of town (post to . . . → Read More: How to Survive Sick Days.
By Jess, on January 17th, 2012%
Being back at work after a week with this sick little bub is hard. I know it was harder for me. I was worried that my sweet pea would be missing mom and all the extra TLC she got while she recovered. (she’s doing much better, by the way)
I walked past her old . . . → Read More: Raspberries.
By Jess, on November 27th, 2011% Long weekends make Sunday hurt more.
By Jess, on November 10th, 2011% Her tiny cry comes over the monitor. Never a wail, just enough to say “mom, it’s that time, sorry to bother you.” I grab my glasses and slowly make my way upstairs.
It’s dark. Everyone is asleep. The dogs are snoring. I can feel the chill in the air as it has finally started . . . → Read More: night time.
By Jess, on October 26th, 2011%
word.
By Jess, on October 24th, 2011%
Some days I struggle.
I miss my babies. I miss the husb. It’s hard to stay focused. I want to be home. I want to try a new delicious recipe I found on Pinterest. I want to organize and tidy up. I have dreams of doing the crafts I see online and decorating the . . . → Read More: some days.
By Jess, on October 17th, 2011%
Mom,
I wish you could come up here for the weekend. We could take the girls to a museum, shop, eat. Maybe I could take you for a mani/pedi like you did for my birthday the first year I was away at law school.
Allie is getting so big. I know you’d love her. Of . . . → Read More: fifty six.
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cancer sucks. 
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"Treat each other with respect and love each other as though it were the last time you will see each other." -My Mom, Daisy (1955-2006)
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