Who am I? Jess, the newly drafted stay at home mom who could use some “on the job training”, in the cleaning my house department. I am so excited to get started with Newsymom.com! I am also a procrastinator who started this biography over a month ago and trashed it because I didn’t like how the first 15 flowed together.
Who am I? Jess, the newly drafted stay at home mom who could use some “on the job training”, in the cleaning my house department. My husband and I have had 10 glorious years together<——This is sarcasm, one of my most endearing qualities, which I have undoubtedly passed onto our kids. I love being a mom.
So when Michaela asked me to join the Newsy Mom team, I was thrilled. I thought I have so much I could share; like the time our six-year-old convinced our nine-year-old to pee in the trashcan or when my two years old decided to give herself a yogurt facial.
Mostly, I want to be able to write relatable posts that make people laugh at those small little moments when I feel like I’m going to pull my hair out. I suppose those will be the moments that my kids talk about during the holidays in 20 years and everyone still laughs about.
Here is the rundown: Our oldest is nine – Kaden Dean and my husband and I have a six-year-old boy – Payton Alexander and a two-year-old girl – Presley Elizabeth. I am a stepmom to the oldest boy. I make that a point to be said, because I respect the fact that I am given the opportunity to be a parent to a life that I did not create. I think that is very important! Payton – he is one of a kind and the driving force behind most of my posts. The kid is hilarious and yeah, I am one of those moms who thinks most things their kids do is hilarious or interesting but there is also times where I tell them to go run around the house a few times because they’re driving me crazy. Presley is a wild child. She is destructive, sassy, and stubborn, but can also be the sweetest thing. Just last night she learned to climb out of her crib. She greeted me with her baby doll at 4 am to break the ice that she will now be letting herself out of bed. She also is the apple of her daddy’s eye.
Lastly, the more serious journey that I have been debating on sharing is, I am BRCA gene positive…You know like Angelina Jolie, only way less glamorous. In between baseball, diapers changes, kids schooling and being a wife, I am at doctors appointment every 3-6 months with these ticking time bombs of mine, known as breasts, getting smooshed, poked, and prodded.
My heart beats out of my chest every time the phone rings to tell me the results of my tests. I will get into that more one day but today…I want to say thank you to Michaela for opening the door for me to engage with readers in this crazy life that most of us call motherhood.