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I'm an often random, straight talkin' lawyer, mama to 2 girls, who loves to run. I'm a Starbucks (decaf) fiend and Amazon.com addict.  Wanna know more? Click on "About STJ" on the menu bar.

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NaBloPoMo 2011

Jess is the Rock.

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.

Rock + Hard Place = Jess

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

Hearts & Cupcakes.

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.

How to Survive Sick Days.

waiting at the doctor--formality since Dr Mom correctly diagnosed us but can't write prescriptions.

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.

Raspberries.

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.

6 word Sunday.

Long weekends make Sunday hurt more.

night time.

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.

Best Wordless Wednesday EVER.

word.

word.

some days.

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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.

fifty six.

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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.

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)