When it Rains…

I had a pretty rough weekend, I’m not gonna lie. Yes, it was my kid free weekend, but I’d initially had big plans for a weekend getaway and they sort of disintegrated and left me bummed and, well… pissed off about it. Yesterday I got up determined to bring the sunshine back in my life […]

Babies Don’t Keep

Dropping J off at school this morning was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done.  Don’t get me wrong, I love his daycare and I know he is as safe there as he is anywhere, but oh the agony of hearing the door lock shut behind me.  The daycare has a glass front […]

Semi-Navigating The Doldrums

In high school, college and even in law school, we had a Spring Break.  It fell during the period between Christmas/New Year’s Eve and Easter … a welcome breather to break up the loooooong stretch of time between, well… breaks. Now that I’m out in “the real world” I crave a Spring Break. This long […]

Midnight Madness

My arms are open but my eyes are closed. These arms betray me.  They reach out when I want them to lie still.  They plead with their openness, offering up the unhappy truth that I want too desperately to fall into a familiar embrace.  I want to feel warmth wrapped around me, a safety net […]

A Little Advice you Didn’t Ask For:

Something strange has been happening over the past few months. People around me, people in my life that I really care about, are starting to have babies. And… get this… they are asking ME for advice. Stop laughing, I’m serious. It occurred to me that as a not-so-new mother, maybe I do have some insights. […]

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  • I'm a divorced, single mom to a pre-schooler, a full-time attorney, and a semi-reluctant vegetarian. I work hard and when given the chance, I play hard... but I'm almost never given the chance.

    It's possible that I never outgrew 7th grade mentality, as I still laugh when anyone says anything that can be remotely construed as sexual. Let's face it, if you're not down with "That's what s/he said" at the end of almost any sentence, we're probably not going to get along all that well.

    I drink more than I should, I run more than I should, and I laugh as much as I can. So I'm pretty much winning at life.

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