These last days and weeks have been absolutely fucking insane! My head is still spinning.
The out pour of support and love towards my creative vulgar ranting has been so much I think I have floated to cloud nine too many fucking times now to return.
Nervous as fuck I went and did a podcast which was both exhilarating and humbling! Hoping to gawd I do not end up sounding like a high and mighty know it all when I am so clearly not even close when it comes to being a parent.
But I want to give a shout out to Moments of Grace for having me on anyway. It was a great time with a deep and meaningful conversation about being parents. It will air later this year so keep an eye out.
Among all this shit above I have started a YouTube channel where every Saturday I do some randomly shitty video of me reading my crap I spew out! It’s awesome but not really, haha I have no shame in my writings. I am an honest person and write in an honest manner, this will never change.
Then there is the bullshit tasks of trying to educate my kids from home. In all honesty I am absolutely fucking failing at this! No not because I am sitting here writing this right now, but in general. There are reasons I never fucking home schooled my kids and every one of those reasons is definitely coming to light recently.
I am not a teacher, I don’t know how they do it actually, I have mass fucking respect for them and any other parent who can teach their own kids a good education! I am at your feet bowing honestly. I am not one of these parents and even though I left my job to do it, I still am struggling so bad with it and I am sure I am not the only one.
Thank fuck! As I feel some comfort in the fact I am not the only who is having a hard time.
Kudos to any and all taking it one day at time with all the schooling, working, being at home twenty-four seven and still getting out of bed each day to do what you can.
It is not easy and with a lot of fucking luck and dedication each day passed is another closer to the end!
I have always been a writer, over the years it was on the back burner whenever the urge would boil from within, I could go for days and then fuck all for months or even years at a time. Finding time to focus and make it happen was my enemy. My writing, in which I have now began publishing, did not happen until 2018 when I ended up having my first knee surgery and was cooped up in my house with seven kids and incapable of doing anything about the shit they were doing daily. Tada the So You’re Not Supermom It’s Ok! was born! I needed a release, a fucking outlet to all the struggles that were going on. So, I wrote. My memoir “All the Wrong Love” is my current and most intimate project as a look into my life. In 2019 I had begun to find time to heal and write past traumas, I held deep for over thirty years. This one has taken a lot of honesty, ache, tears and exhaustion but I have never felt truer to myself or better inside. It should come out summer/fall 2020. My biggest inspirations are my kids and the need to heal, but I have also found inspiration in every day situations, people, and friends. We all have something worth saying. My top five tips: Write what suits you, only you know what that is. Every story has worth, you just have to find your audience. Anybody can write, you just have to start and you don’t have to start at the beginning. Some of the best supporters are closest to you. Make time even if it is only a few minutes a day, small progress is still progress. Now that I have mentally decided to focus on my writing more there should be lots to come. So you can expect more fantastic shit to pour from my depths.
First and foremost, I want to thank each and every one of you beautiful readers for your love and support. Without you this wouldn’t be possible not only have you made a huge impact in my life but my children’s lives as well. Thank you to my children who inspire every piece of work I create, you are truly my inspirations for everything. Thank you to my friends and family who have endured so much with me, you all are fucking amazing.
Rating: 5 out of 5.
Jess!!! It’s so refreshing knowing that parents go through similar struggles with their kids! Once I started reading this, I couldn’t put it down. Being a step parent sometimes is very difficult but SO rewarding at the same time! I had some good laughs with this book and could definitely relate. Short but sweet and real! Can’t wait for Volume 2…3…4 and so on! I recommend this book to any parent/step parent.
The author succinctly articulates the life of a busy mother with the most appropriate (explicit) language. She doesn’t just provide you with a glimpse into her crazy life you get the entire rubbernecking experience. I really enjoyed this read and would recommend this read to all new and “well seasoned” parents
Rating: 5 out of 5.
This is a good book! It’s very interesting to see through the eyes of a mom. Being a single dad of 3 kids is definitely a little easier but shows a lot of the same struggles. I view things from the opposite and I always worry about what everyone else is going to think so its nice to see that things aren’t always perfect and think about life from that angle.The author has a way of telling a story that keeps you interested and wanting to read more. I read the book in one sitting.
Rating: 4 out of 5.
Jess’s honest and open account of motherhood really put into perspective how amazing Moms and parents are! She writes from the heart and leaves no F bomb undropped lol! Knowing what her every days are like and seeing her go back to school, work 3 jobs at once, and still have happy healthy kids at the end of the day is seriously awe inspiring. Having been a classmate of hers I can say she was one of the top performing students in our class, she is proof that nothing should hold you back from a good education! I’m not a Mom myself but I might be a parent one day and this was a very sobering glance of a life with kids lol!! Really enjoyed it and definitely think everyone should check it out!
Rating: 5 out of 5.
JN Supermom, mom of seven, bares open her heart to let a large pile of frustrations out as she struggles to cope with the pressure of raising seven kids while going to school and handling two jobs. With wit and honesty, Supermom talks about her own frustrations and captures the struggles faced by every modern mother along with the eccentric and frenzied absurdities of motherhood. Her account makes the reader realize one simple truth: mothers are expected to be selfless or risk being judged by other people. Stressing on the fact that a mother doesn’t have to be perfect all the time, she tells women to stop caring about other people’s opinion and do whatever is best for their kids and themselves. Readers who have dealt with struggles of raising kids single-handedly will recognize and empathize with Supermom’s insightful revelations. This compilation of short rants makes for a sincere, entertaining account of raising kids.
A good part of my inspiration and world. The order that these have been chosen as to who is who, was done by my older daughter one day! She decided everybody needed to be designated as a dwarf. I’m not sure why but it’s kind of stuck with me. So, I present my Seven Dwarfs:
Dok: My first born a baby boy, the oldest and wisest of them. The one that survived being the guinea pig of a new parent. My first of everything as a parent stitches, hospital and x rays included. The first to not need me and the first to love me
Bash-ful: My second born, another boy. He is the most sensitive loving child ever. Although now that he’s older he’s got a foul mouth. But if you need help, he’ll be the first to offer it!
Dope-y: My third born, a baby girl. My first princess, my nightmare and my dream come true of a daughter. She has a personality like no other. She will tell you how it is and does not take shit from anyone! She is her mother’s daughter!
Sleep-y: My fourth born, another girl. A spitfire from twelve weeks pregnant! She came into the world with attitude and it has only grown since, but this girl loves her sleep. If she doesn’t get it Holy fuck man just walk away!
Happ-y: The fifth born in the order, my stepson. He is a happy go lucky, outgoing soul. He loves to be active; hates being bored and when he is, he’ll annoy the shit out of you!
Grump-y: My fifth born, another boy. This one is special; he came on his own terms (the only one to break my water) and every day since has been on his own terms. This one has wrath nobody wants to fuck with! He will wipe the floor with you!
Sneez-y: My sixth born, another boy. Thank gawd too because by this time I couldn’t handle another girl in the house. This one though is the roughest, toughest, rudest of them all!! Oh yes!! Most of my horror stories will involve him! He has had to survive six older siblings and let me tell you I do not worry about this little shit surviving!