I’m Baaack!

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Photo courtesy of MorgueFile.com.

Well guess who climbed out from under a rock…or should I say a mountain of work and life changing events.

I have wanted to start blogging again for a while, but it was hard to figure out where to begin. I stopped blogging when I got pregnant with my second child and my work demands became much more intense. I was too tired to do anything after work except take care of a two-year-old and grow a baby in my belly.  Then I gave birth to my baby boy, J.J., and I had to go back to my demanding job way too soon after he was born. So with a toddler, a newborn, and a job as a lawyer, I simply had no time or energy to write…or to continue with my unfinished and never-ending house renovations. *sigh* Continue reading

Her Juggle: Jess H.

I am so excited to be featured in the series, Her Juggle, over at Breadwinning Mama, an awesome blog that everyone should check out! The “Her Juggle” series focuses on different moms and highlights how they juggle their unending responsibilities. You can check out my juggle here!

I love reading about how other mamas make it all work with their particular circumstances. When I’m feeling overwhelmed (which is most of the time), it makes me feel better knowing that I’m not alone in my juggles and struggles as a mom. Plus, I love getting tips and advice that might help make my juggle easier. I need all the help I can get and, hopefully, other mamas can take something from my juggle as well!

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The Annoying Toddler

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Let’s be honest for a minute about parenting a toddler. Toddlers can be unbelievably annoying, like “I need to lock myself in my bathroom to get away from you right now because you are driving me crazy” annoying. Parenting a toddler is not always the gumdrops and giggles presented to us in diaper commercials. Sometimes I can’t stand my kid’s behaviors and her budding personality traits/flaws. In order to help myself deal with my own Little Miss Annoying, I’ve compiled a list of my toddler’s most annoying traits.

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So That’s What My Parents Meant About Responsibility

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I remember having an argument with my father when I was sixteen years old.  I can’t recall what started the argument (probably me complaining about the unfairness and difficulty of my privileged, middle-class, teenage life), but I distinctly remember my father becoming annoyed by something I said. 

In response to whatever naïve, idiotic comment I had just made, my father told me that I had no idea what it was like to be an adult, trying to support a family.  I sat at the dinner table, rolling my eyes at him, as he stood by the sink, frowning at me.  He said, “You don’t realize how easy you have it. Someday you will have bills to pay, taxes to worry about, and a family to support. You think you have it hard now, but you have no idea what life is really like.”

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Dreaming of the Law…Not Really

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My best dream ever was…

To become a lawyer. You must think I’m crazy.  Let me explain.

I decided in sixth grade that my life goal was to be a lawyer.  I happened to be a nerdy child, fascinated with United States history, the Bill of Rights, and the development of my nation’s rights and laws. I thought the founding of the nation was really awesome and since the Founders were lawyers, I decided that I wanted to be one, too. It seemed like lawyers had been instrumental in bringing about change so I decided to become one of these people who wielded such a noble power.  I wanted to be a girl who changed the world! I had big ideals for a twelve year old kid.

As I grew older, I worked hard and I kept my focus on my dream of becoming a lawyer. I walked away from other opportunities that came along.  In high school, although I was a Chemistry whiz, I opted not to pursue a career in the sciences because I had a one track mind and that track led straight to a career in the legal profession.  In college, I walked away from an opportunity to pursue a career in academia because I just had to be a lawyer.

I created this idea in my mind that the law was a stately profession where lawyers fought for justice and the betterment of our society.  I was a naive, idealistic, silly girl. Within the first few weeks at law school, I realized that my dream was not reality. It seemed like most people were there in pursuit of money and power. Sadly, once I reached my dream, it didn’t make me happy. I learned a tough lesson from this life experience. Sometimes when you achieve what you always dreamed of, the reality is not what you imagined or expected.  Achieving this dream ended up being the biggest disappointment of my life.

This seems kind of depressing, but this story has a happy ending.

Fortunately, after several years, I found a position in the legal field where I could help others and fight for “justice.” This is as close as I’m going to get to those childhood ideals I had, so this is a good thing.

And then the greatest thing of all happened.

Although I wasn’t planning on it, I became a parent. Parenting provides meaning, challenges, and happiness to my life that I never could get from any type of career or profession. Being a parent is my highest achievement.  It dwarfs anything my career as a lawyer has to offer. Now I can try to make the world a better place by raising empathetic, humble, hardworking, productive, and loving children that will go out into the world and do their best to make it a better place.

So my best dream ever was to become a lawyer; however, my best reality ever was becoming a mama.  Even though my life didn’t necessarily end up the way I expected, I got lucky and my reality became better than my dreams.

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**This is a link-up post for “Finish the Sentence Friday” and the sentence is “My best dream ever was…” This link-up is hosted by Can I Get Another Bottle of Whine, Janine’s Confessions of a Mommyaholic, Mommy, for Real, and Finding Ninee. #FTSF

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Mama, Who Are You Wearing?

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When I was on maternity leave for twelve weeks, I watched a popular makeover show every afternoon while I nursed my daughter.  The hosts made fun of some unsuspecting women, often a working mom, who they felt looked a like mess and who I felt looked like me.  They surprised this woman with a fabulous makeover, including new hair, new makeup, and a new wardrobe.  In every episode, the hosts proceeded to turn the disheveled mom into a chic, put-together, modern woman, someone that we all should strive to be.

That show made me feel a little bad about myself because I prefer wearing sweat pants to the grocery store, not a stylish clothing ensemble replete with costume jewelry and heels.  In my post-partum exhaustion, that show actually convinced me that I should be embarrassed for myself because of how I dressed. After the hormonal, exhausted fog I was living in dissipated, I realized that I really don’t care what people at the grocery store think about how I dress.  In fact, most of the people at the grocery store are dressed just like me.  Seriously, who wants to wear heels and fancy jewelry to walk through the freezer aisle and stand in the deli line?

I don’t have time to primp when a screaming toddler is demanding my attention before work, so I have to get ready quickly.  Also, since my daughter uses my clothes as her tissue, I need to be able to throw them in the wash.  My clothing must be comfortable, easy to clean, and not fussy.

These makeover shows, although entertaining, annoy me because they tell women that they must look a certain way to be accepted by others and feel good about themselves. This is also why I can’t stand the vapid, shallowness of Hollywood and celebrities.  The media makes regular women feel awful about themselves because they can’t look like the unreal, airbrushed images of starved and Botoxed celebrities. These celebrities have nutritionists, plastic surgeons, trainers, stylists, and nannies at their disposal.  The media’s portrayal of these unrealistic images is absolutely unhealthy for women, and awards season is the worst.  It’s amusing to watch with the makeup, the designer clothing, and expensive jewelry, but it’s all so fake.

So when I saw that a group of awesome mom bloggers are sharing who they are wearing this awards season, I just had to show off my working mom style as well.

As a lawyer and a mother, I have to change my outfits throughout the day, so I will start with my fabulous daytime look, which I like to call Lawyer Mom.

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This look consists of:

Outfit – Sale price Anne Klein black suit, covered in dog hair; Sale price Victoria’s Secret dress shirt under the suit jacket that can be thrown in the washer and does not require ironing; Black socks, covered in dog hair; and Black dress boots with a practical and comfortable low heel.

Makeup – Powder and mascara.

Hair – Uncut for over 10 months because I don’t have time to go to the salon and pulled out of my face with some bobby pins.

Accessories – Toddler and wedding band.

After work, I change into my stylish evening wear.  I call this look Comfortable Mom.

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This look consists of:

Outfit – My great-grandma’s hand-me-down fleece zip-up sweater with toddler snot on the shoulder; Pittsburgh Steelers tee under the fleece; TJ Maxx fleece duckie pants that my daughter loves to hug; Nike athletic socks; and J. Crew fleece lined moccasins.

Makeup – None.

Hair – Unbrushed bun.

Accessories – Wedding band.

I know that I have serious style and I pull off my looks flawlessly, regardless of what that makeover show says.  So mamas, who are you wearing this awards season?

High Maintenance Home Front

It is amazing how many wants and demands I get from every single being in my home (this includes the pets). These demands are combined with demands from my clients, demands from the courts, demands from my office, and demands I put on myself because I’m somewhat neurotic.

Honestly, sometimes I feel like I’m going to lose it. The way I try to deal with all of this is to laugh, cry, or get mad. Obviously, laughing is the most pleasant of the three so I am going to start chronicling my high maintenance life in a humorous way through pictures and blurbs. Maybe you will enjoy laughing at my life too.

So, I will kick things off with my daughter, G.G.

Christmas fun:

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I have not pooped in 3 days so I’m taking this opportunity at great-grandma’s Christmas celebration to do so in front of the entire family.

Snow day fun:

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I win. I will not sit in my highchair or wear a bib. Serve me breakfast while I watch cartoons. Oh, and get me my winter hat while you’re at it. Don’t worry, I will think of more demands during the commercial break.

Late for work fun:

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Even though it’s only 5 degrees outside and my face is burning from the cold, I DON’T WANT TO WEAR MY HAT OR GLOVES!!! WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME? WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?

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Now that I took them off, I WANT YOU TO PUT THEM BACK ON NOW!

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Fine. I did it myself. Now turn on the radio before I start crying again and get me to school pronto.

That’s my girl.