It’s All About Me…Finally!

The Age of Reason (when is that, again?)

by Jamee

Does this sound familiar? In addition to showing up at work, doing a fantastic job, keeping hearth and home moving along with enthusiasm and brilliance (and looking great all the while,) you maintain a second career as social secretary to your children. This is the reality of many working moms and for the most part, [...]

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I Accept!

by Jamee

This month, I am going to accept the fact that no matter how much I exercise and eat right, I will not be getting into the same jeans I wore before I had three beautiful babies. Phew! Now that I accept that, the first thing I am doing is going out and buying new jeans.

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A Little Dabble Do Ya!

by Jamee

Last year I dabbled in healthy lunches for the kids. I bought a dozen books and learned to hide spinach in Jello, lentils in home-made cookies and butternut squash in lasagna. Delicious! I thought it would last forever (My children imagined this also, to their dismay.) But, after awhile, I just stopped. Like a jilted lover left with no explanation, my healthy lunch cookbooks lay disillusioned on the kitchen counter. Did I lose interest in keeping my kids healthy? No, but I lost interest in the process. It was time to move on and learn something new. It was time for me to dabble in something else.

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Throw me a curve!

by Jamee

I know I can get jeans that I love if I’m willing to take out a second mortgage on my house or deprive my children of food for a few days, but neither option has made much sense to me. But, this weekend, I found the solution at the GAP. They have a variation on the jean, called THE CURVY.

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Is it me? (I'm afraid so!)

by Jamee

Somewhere between the garage and the school yard, the kids would have to get dressed and fed on their own. As I negotiated the well known short cuts on our drive to school and began to make up time, I felt myself relaxing. The children were laughing with each other and I could see that we would arrive on time. That would have been a great time to enjoy the absence of chaos, in blissful silence. But instead, I chose that moment to announce that I had an unexpected business meeting that evening and their least favorite babysitter would be staying with them. I was immediately enveloped with whining and complaining. How did this happen? What was I thinking? Was it me?

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