Busted Knuckles and Bills

Over the last 3 years I have learned I can not depend on anyone but myself…

As young girls we are taught how to keep a home, how to cook, how to clean, how to raise children, but no one ever teaches you how to find a place to live after a divorce.  When you have $20 to your name, no job, and very few belongings. No one prepares you for how insanely hard college is going to be with two babies. No one tells you how many hoops you have to jump through to buy your first car on your own. When you have spent your life relying on someone else’s credit. No one warns you about the struggle to survive, pay bills, and keep food on the table when you find your first minimum wage job. No one can put into words how exhausted you will be after working 14 hours, staying up taking care of a sick baby, and then making sure your other baby’s homework is done, they get to sports, and lunches are packed.

Finally, no one teaches you how to pull a freaking wiper motor out of your car and how bad your damn knuckles are gonna hurt after you bust them 52x,  but guess what…

I promise you can make it all happen. It’s not always going to be easy. Some days you will want to throw in the towel, but one day you will wake up and say holy shit, ” look how far I have came “, or ” holy shit I just took my car apart and pulled out a wiper motor all by myself “, either or.

My point is, don’t depend on anyone, make things happen for yourself. Don’t be afraid to get your hands dirty. You got this I promise.

Stay tuned for my next trick. Changing a light bulb in my kitchen.

-Jamie Lea

I’m down to thongs…..

I’d like to tell you I’m that mom that has her shit together. That my house is always tidy, and muffins are in the oven, but I just threw a corn dog in the microwave for 70 seconds, because I’m too tired.  I’m down to thongs and lacy panties that have dust on them because I haven’t done laundry in a week, and I’m pretty sure I forgot to sign somebody’s permission slip.

I think as mom’s we tend to sit back and look at everyone else’s highlight reel, and compare ourselves to social media’s ” mom standard”.  It’s easy to do when, with the click of a button, you can see Tina’s five course meal she whipped up for the first time in months and blasted on Instagram and Facebook. While you stare at the plate of chicken nuggets you just threw in the microwave because there aren’t enough hours in the day.

But I promise…..you are killing it. Even if you did  have to rob your 9 year old’s piggie bank because he pulled his tooth out at 9 o’clock at night. Not that I’m speaking from experience or anything. Some days I nail this mom gig, and some days it’s a shit show, but it’s my shit show, and I busted my butt to get here.

Four year ago I was a newly single mom sitting on an old leather couch, in my empty apartment I couldn’t afford, wondering how I was going to provide for two tiny humans, and keep food on the table. All the while watching a YouTube video on “how to drive a five speed”. Because I landed a 99 S-10, single cab, manual, sitting on 20’s in divorce court. (Insert giant eye roll), but that is another story, another day.

Now here I sit, owning and operating my own business. Chasing my wildest dreams, with two of the coolest little dudes this side of Indiana, genuinely happy about life. Was it easy? HELL NO! I had more sleepless nights and negative bank accounts then my kid’s had TV dinners, but I made it. I survived. (Breaks into Destiny’s Child- Survivor) I did it because I’m a mom and I have two boys that depend on me. I’m not going to sugar coat my life. I’m going to be real and take you along for the ride. Hopefully inspire you to give yourself a little more credit, or you just take a peek into my world, and think ” damn, I have my shit together” either or.

Listen, some days you are going to microwave some corn dogs, and some days you are going to go ham in the kitchen and put Martha to shame. It’s all about balance. So tonight, when you are laying out your best thong for tomorrow. Because what’s laundry at 11 o’clock at night? Pat yourself on the back for making it thus far, and being the best mom you can be.

Now, excuse me while I go eat my granola bar in the bath tub.

-Jamie Lea