Jessica Scott’s Blog
So yesterday I ran into one of the parents of girls who attend daycare with my daughters. She told me that her daughter was groped by one of the little boys. Now before you’re thinking I’m over reacting, we’re talking down the front of the pants touching skin, not a harmless game of grab ass.…
I was contacted several months ago regarding submissions for a collaborative project about working mothers. Sam Walravens asked if I would be willing to contribute to show one aspect of being a military mother. Below is the video trailer for this phenomenal project featuring mothers writers from all walks of life. What truly surprised me…
I think I get a cool mom prize today. Not for building my kids a swing set or actually making them homemade cookies. No, today I saved a book. Today started like any other day. I got the girls up at 5 am. Got them out the door by 540 and off to daycare. As…
So my kids have listening issues. Kind of like the vikings from How to Train Your Dragon on with less self sufficiency. My own yelling at them in return for this misbehavior has created, yeah, you guessed it, more yelling. And a whole lot less discipline than I’d like. So the other day, I had…
Those who know me know I have a hard time sitting still. I’ve always got something going on, something that prevents me from sitting down on the couch and veging out. Which is odd because if you knew me as a teenager, you’d have said the exact opposite. But this last week and a half,…
The weekend started for me at 0200 Saturday morning as I hopped in a vehicle and headed to the Tuscon Airport for my flight back to Fort Hood. After landing in Dallas, I get a phone call from my mom, who’d been watching the girls for me while I had my TDY trip. This phone…
Okay so the next time I raise my hand and say, I think I’ll build my kids a swingset, someone slap me. Everything hurts. When I say everything, I mean from the top of my head where I hit it multiple times today to the top of my feet where I dropped a power tool…
Deployment Rituals I’m discovering that I have certain deployment rituals, things that give me a sense of comfort in the world that now has a husband sized hole in it. This is the first deployment that he’s been gone that I haven’t been pregnant or with him, so the possibilities of things I can get…
This Week Sucked It took until Friday for my daughter to break down. I heard a noise from across the house then nothing. Then I heard it again. I padded across the floor and heard her heartbreaking sobs. I walk into her room and she’s sitting up in her bed, staring at a picture of…
It’s getting closer. The thought of my husband deploying again and knowing I’m stuck back here, waiting for the phone calls and the emails is slowly but surely eating away at me. It keeps me up at night, it affects the entire house. It’s like a giant festering sore in the middle of the house…
