Happy 4th

Here in the States, it's the 4th of July. I don't know what that means to most of you, but to me it means stressing out all day that I have to cook for family and friends, get the laundry done so it's off the floor, go buy some paper plates (I am NOT doing those dishes), get me and the kids dressed, and make sure the kids don't leave floaters in the toilet. It's a typical day.

Don't get me wrong, I am a proud American and I love this holiday. As long as the neighbors stop shooting off fireworks at a descent hour as not to keep my kids up all night, I will count today as a success. I hope everyone has a splendid Independence Day and enjoys spending time with their family. God bless!

My name is not mommy

Seeing as this is my first post, I wanted it to be clear from the start that I am a mom...is that obvious? I have three little girls and guess what...they all call me mommy. That is not my name. It's actually Jessica. As much as I like being a mom, I didn't give up my identity the moment I had kids. I am my own person, right? I had a life before kids. I had dreams and friends. I even had breasts. Well, for the most part, those things are gone. I am still desperately holding on to the dwindling small B cup I have left. I guess that will be gone in time too. Oh the joys of motherhood...no name, no friends, no dreams, no breasts. What do I have left? Oh yes, three kids and stretchmarks....I got screwed.