Category Archives: SAHM

No sleep and too little coffee…

make mommy go… something…something.

Otter has started to get up at 6 a.m.

I abhor six a.m.

Six a.m. is the time I have to get up for court, it was the time I had to get up to work my crappy entry level job an hour’s drive away, it was the time I had to get to get to my insane morning torts class.

Six a.m. is an insufferable time to start my daily routine, it is an abberant time, a warped time of the morning, in between dark and light. A time out of time.

Especially when he really gets up about 5 a.m., but nurses with me in a quasi-doze for an hour before I finally resign myself to my fate and haul my enervated carcass out of bed.

“Come on Otter… go back to bed.”
“Ma ma mamamamamamamamamama ma… Da da dadadadada… Ma Da MamaDa”
Smack, punch, kick.
Foot in the face.
“Oh all right, I’ll get up.”

I detest everyone and everything at that time of the day, the cat snuggled next to me is stifling, my husband’s blissful snoring is irksome, the baby’s determination is maddening, the stairs are too long, the floor is too hard, the couch is intolerable.

The first glimpse of the sun is met with the sentiment “Curse you life giving star!”

Then the coffee beans get ground…
and the first wafts of the delectable brew permeate the fog around my consciousness.
With the first sip, the cranky lines around my eyes fade.
With the second sip, I feel as though I might let people live.
With the third, I am human again.

I thank the java gods for their bounty. It appears to be the key to my parenting skills.

All manner of new industries…

In an attempt to fulfill my creative needs, my empty pocket-book, and my long hours alone while Monkey is in school, I am learning the art of making homemade beeswax lip balms. Yes, the law educated mom is going to attempt to sell little tasty pots of pampering to increase her fundage.

So far the recipes I have been collecting have ranged from milk and honey flavored to chocolate flavored balms. I have little glass pots bookmarked, and wholesale organic beeswax suppliers at my fingertips. I have researched organic, natural preservatives, and the best way to sterilize little glass pots. I have also come across ideas for lotion bars and other treats along the way.

Is this endeavor insane? Should one who spent years learning how to write court motions and represent clients in court now delve into the land of beauty supplies? We shall have to see, however, there has yet to be a response to the myraid of resumes I have sent for legal positions. So I plan on making a batch or two over the next few weeks, and trying to sell them to local stores. If that fails, I may try a website of my own. Any ideas for marketing??

I figure at the very least I will have a supply of yummy holiday gifts to hand out when our broke family flies home. I promise to focus intently on creating as many different chocolate lover’s flavors as I possibly can.

Soon to be among the sticky Pots-O-Pampering,

Denver Woman/Girl/Mom/Lawyer/Crafter/Etc.

Desperate Housewives…

Desperate Housewives…. suddenly I relate.

I didn’t watch Desperate Housewives when it first came out because I thought it was a reality T.V. show. I didn’t want to spend my time watching a bunch of suburban women cheating on their husbands or doing whatever other idiotic thing the reality T.V. guru’s decided to offer as entertainment. However, one night, on an airplane to RebLaw 2006, I saw the pilot episode on the plane. I was immediately entranced with the story and proceeded to Netflix the hell out of the first season. The show was so wonderful, the characters so real. I really sympathized with the women in the show.

Well, I watched more of it today while I was cleaning house in my suburban home, on my quiet street, while my husband takes over corporate America. The show really hit me hard today, I really felt as though I understood it on a whole new level. I left behind almost all my close friends, my family, and my connections. I left my career at it’s very inception. I spent my day cleaning my living room, unpacking boxes, and attempting to entertain my small daughter with a variety of learning games. I began to feel really desperate!! All of the sudden I had an image of my days, spent like Bree, smoothing out wrinkles on the bedspread. Espescially now that law school has instilled in me a very obsessive compulsive streak.

Now I know, logically anyway, that I am not actually going to turn into a character on Desperate Housewives. I also know that I have been in this postion for a week and a half, and my sense of unease is compounded by the fact that our house is still unpacked. I also know that having nothing to do but clean the house and entertain the child is a contributing factor to this feeling. However, despite knowing this, I felt so incredibly lost today. I have got to find a job. I am afraid I am going to lose my mind if I am not doing something while Monkey is in school all day, at least until the baby gets here.

Well, thanks for listening to me rant,

Your Denver Desperate Housewife, in Jersey.