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What’s Important

So I have been struggling with the idea that as a mom, the hats we wear are never ending. I’m not just a stay at home mom anymore, but I still have to manage my children as if I were. Running in and out of the cafe suddenly to pick up my child who will be waiting for me after day camp or school can seem a bit unprofessional to customers who may not have the chance to chat with me. But it’s what I have to do to keep the image of bad mother from popping in my head too often.

I want to do it all. Be a great mom. Be a great wife. Be an inspiring Christian. Be an awesome friend. Bring encouragement to customers who need it most. Run a successful business.

It’s not always in that order. Sometimes I feel like I’ve forgotten one in exchange for the other. Sometimes I just want to forget about doing any of those and escape into self-mode, in hopes of catching a breather from keeping up with everything. I come out of those moments feeling a bit guilty though because it means I’ve neglected something that’s more important than myself. (Mom Occupation Hazard – We think everything is more important than ourselves.)

I am pretty positive that anyone who goes into business for themselves handle it in 1 of 2 ways.

1. Forget the important things outside of their business, or

2. Try to manage it all.

Those who succeed are probably those who drop everything for their business. But as a mom. If I were to do that, the whole family could fall apart. So I HAVE to do the latter. Maybe dad’s have it easier because whether they work for themselves or someone else. They are typically in charge of that one task. (Lack of multitasking skills most exhibit probably can a test to this.) I’ve been blessed as of late because I do have a not only my husband chipping in more, but my mom has been a lifesaver and my sister has been a phenomenal contributor in the management of the cafe so I can actually balance that side of things. But is it enough?

Sometimes I think I need an experienced business partner to really get the cafe to reach it’s potential. Sometimes I think I would rather partner with a particular establishment, like a church or something, so that I can offer more than just mental relief for parents, but also real counseling, whether parental, marriage, or , do more for the growing number of homeless individuals, hire volunteers who WANT to truly give back to the community.

The biggest downside to having so much help from my family is that we are all living on top of each other. So now I am in charge of more than just the cafe. But making sure there is peace in the home. That my husband isn’t overwhelmed from the sheer magnitude of bodies in our home. My children not getting their own place to roam, though honestly they seem to prefer to sleep in our bed, they just have this “mine” complex that complicates matters.

What can I say except. Welcome to my 30s!ย  Thursday is right around the corner. ๐Ÿ™‚

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And so…. It has BEGUN!!!ย 

HAHAHA… I wish I could say we have begun to do business. But unfortunately we have only just begun construction. ๐Ÿ˜‰ 

Oddly. I really like this phase. The idea that my shop is being torn apart and looks like a big pile of dirt right now. But then. When it is all over. It will be this big beautiful space that I have only been dreaming of. ๐Ÿ˜ณ I am so excited just thinking about it. ๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰๐ŸŽ‰

Can you tell? ๐Ÿ˜‹

I can’t wait to present a unique space that I hope appeals to, well, obviously families. But to even those without kids. I can’t wait to truly make the space a community hub focused on the success of others. That’s my end goal. 

To become an incubator for the success of other talented individuals with the creation of a special and unique program. I will dive into later because it could really derail this post๐Ÿ™…. But basically I am looking for home bakers.๐Ÿ˜‰

Anyways. Lets talk about that later. ๐Ÿ™†

So. What was my original reason for this post…. ๐Ÿ˜ต 

I guess just to say. I am excited to see dirt piling up in a once concrete jungle that was Just Right Family Cafe, for the longest of times. Hahaha.๐Ÿ˜‹ Plain and simple. 

Keep me in your prayers. We are almost there! 

Thanks for reading! ๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“๐Ÿ’“

-Jess

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Hitting the Ground Already Running

Obviously, when one starts their own business there is no easy way to segway into it. You literally hit the ground and have to have already started running. Customers want to be satisfied on their first visit. Second visit. Third visit….100th visit. It can’t be helped. 

We are at a time where our wants and desires can be satisfied in a number of various ways. Including delivery. Delivery is no longer limited to pizza, and if you were in a big city, Chinese. With the introduction of doordash, grub hub and even uber trying to make its way into the food delivery industry. We are finding it harder and harder to justify a customer paying us a visit. 

This is why getting it right every time. Making our customers not only feel welcomed, but also appreated is very important to me. 

I don’t want to be another franchise just looking to make a quick dollar. I want to start a new trend. One where families from all walks of life form villages. It truly takes a village to raise a child.๐Ÿ™† The reason this is true is because our children are influenced by so much more than just the parent. They are influenced by everyone from the moment they enter the same space. Whether it is an occasional occurance or a once in a lifetime meeting. That meeting left an impression on your child. Good. Bad. Doesn’t matter. For those 20 minutes or more, as my child played with yours there was a bond that was formed. I for one hope it was a positive one. That my child made your child feel welcomed by calling him or her friend from the second they laid eyes on one another. That your child had enough patience to endure my childs need to feel welcomed as well. 

These meet ups matter. Just like it matters to me how you feel when you walk into my establishment and how I made you feel just before you walked out. Although I would like to say that every time would be perfect and that every customer would be perfect. I am not a fool. I understand that we all have bad days. I understand that some customers just don’t care… But I can’t say that even if you are having a bad day that I would tolerate your hurting my employees feelings or offending a fellow customer. After all. As a business owner, I reserve the right to refuse service to anyone. It will probably be at that moment that I wish there was a yelp for customers. Lol. Wouldn’t that be something. 

I just hope that as a family run business. That we all form a unique bond unlike any other establishment. That would be absolutely amazing.๐Ÿ˜„

-Jess

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What’s the PROblem?!?!

I have seen in my lifetime, albeit a short 28 years, several kinds of love. Unfaithful, disrespectful, young, incomprehensible, understandable, and lack there of. It is very rare to see a marriage that just works. I keep wondering to myself how is it I have managed to stay so happy in my marriage. It has only been 7 years. But many failed marriages fail by their third year and those that make it usually fail omce they have just had kids or when their kids leave the house. 

Now. Today is not the day to talk about all of these loves or what has made mine work. What I will talk about is what makes young love, or new love fail. Often times when people get married I think it is the romance that they are aiming for. Or should I say the romanticism of love that you often find in books, movies, or my favorite Kdramas. ๐Ÿ˜‰ what they are missing is the reality of love. The fact that it should be a lot of things rolled in to one great big package that is your partner. It is not easy living with someone else. Take, for example, what it is like living with your sibilings or parents/guardians. I am sure in the time you spent with them that you have gotten in some pretty big arguments. I am sure there where times you didn’t speak for days and days. You have probably even gotten into fights with cousins, friends, co workers…. People you barely even know. 

Fights are what we do naturally. Almost as naturally as wanting to be and truly loving someone. Aside from the latter group of folks, you love your family especially your siblings. But in your mind you have told yourself that you HAVE to love them. That you didn’t CHOOSE to be related to them. However, unless they are the cruelest of people, and there are some out there. You wouldn’t trade them for the world. 

What I am trying to say is choosing someone you are going to live with and build a family of your own with. It should be a carefully thought out decision. You have to be real with yourself and tell yourself. Can I really stand being with this person longer than I was with even my parents. If the answer is yes. Don’t follow it with, well there’s always divorce if it doesn’t work. Tell yourself. To death do us part. There is no such thing as divorce in my reality. Tell yourself that yes. There will be hard times. But as long as the good outweigh the bad. Its worth it. You have to talk to one another. Tell each other about your day. Talk about the future as much as you want to talk about how good things were at one point. Talk about where you want to be and how you want to get there. And go there together. If you don’t stay around and talk to one another than you are basically living with a stranger. That doesn’t seem right now does it? 

Anyways, more on this later when the tides roll in on it again. 

Bye Bye ๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ‘‹

To health and happy blessings! 
Jess

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Happy Friday! (Sorry, this is a long one)

Good Morning!

It is 6:30am. I can’t believe how pretty it looks so early in the morning. Clear skies, this nice sunny glow. It’s amazing. I can’t recall if in my last post I mentioned we had cleared the appeals period and was good to go with the usage permitting. Wednesday, July 12, we submitted the construction documents to the city and re-submitted the health documents to the county health department. Please pray it will go well. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Thinking about the patience I’m having to exhibit while playing the waiting game. I’m only in the documentation stage! ๐Ÿ˜ฉ makes me recall being pregnant with my girls. ย Just the anticipation of becoming a mother with my first child, and the knowledge of the pure discomfort I’d have to go through with my second child was enough to make me go nuts. ๐Ÿ˜…

I admit, I was not one of those females who enjoyed pregnancy. “The Glow” or whatever, seems like a fable to keep the population at a steady pace. I absolutely hated being pregnant. I was uncomfortable all the time. I couldn’t have a glass of wine, which was a big deal when dealing with a 2 year old. Some days I really really needed that glass. But, I told myself. If I didn’t do it with Janesa, I shouldn’t do it with Jena. No matter what studies say about a glass of red wine being healthy for the heart. It just didn’t feel right. Haha. Obviously, I don’t think I was disciplined in the proper ways when it came to taking my vitamins and doing the end of labor exercises. However, I think I did an ok job. She came out a pretty and healthy baby.

So. As I was saying. It was not easy for me to be pregnant. Although I wasn’t huge, I was still the biggest I had ever been in my whole life. (I won’t say the weight for fear of angering your typical pregnant sized women) But I admit, there’s no way I could have handled getting any larger. It was just, uncomfortable. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat what I wanted, I felt pretty emotional. Haha. It was unbelievable. The memory of the second birth still feels fresh in my mind almost 15 months later.

Oddly at the same time. I was so excited of the thought of welcoming another baby. I couldn’t wait to see if she looked like me or her dad. I was a little scared she wouldn’t be as pretty as her big sister. And for someone who has been compared to her little sister all her life, and not usually on the positive end of the compliments, I just wanted my daughters to be on the same ground. So I prayed every chance I got that my Jena would be as beautiful as my Janesa and that they wouldn’t be compared in their outward appearance, but instead on their inner selves.

Obviously now that they are both over the age of one. It’s easier to see what their inner selves are like as opposed to just their outside…. honestly. My girls are very much a like. Which is both bad and good, because I’m comparing them already. But they are. It’s because they are very much influenced by their dad. But they also exhibit some of my inner self. For these reasons. They are very similar. But they do have their differences. I cannot wait to watch them grow and grow. I hope that Just Right becomes something they can be proud of their mom for doing. And hope that they will not feel a burden because I might have to sacrifice time with them from time to time.

As noted before, I’m writing this before 7am. At the moment I am at a nearby Starbucks because it is the only place that is open at 5am that has free wi-fi. So although I’d prefer to be at a locally owned space. That hour between 5 and 6 is very valuable time because it means I can get home an hour sooner and get a hours worth of more work done. It means less time away from my girls and my husband, even if I had to wake up at 4am to be here. It’s worth it.

It’s interesting, everyone who hears about the cafe, how young my girls are, and assume that it’s going to be too hard for me and my family, don’t understand that as a mom. It’s hard anyways. But it’s not impossible. Yes. It’s hard to get up at 4am, but when you are used to waking up in the middle of night just to see if your little ones are covered up properly and breathing, it’s not actually hard. It’s routine. When you are used to your now 3 year old sneaking into your bed in the middle of the night and you have to carry them back to their bed, or if it’s early enough, be forced to go sleep next to them so that they don’t wake up their sister. It’s not that hard.

What I’m saying is that although this dream seems impossible or too big for someone like me. Who is to say that is true. Google, Facebook, Apple, Microsoft. All of these guys had to start somewhere. But imagine, if they were women with children. Not only could their dreams have taken flight, but it would have been done in a not so greedy matter. Who knowย sacrificeย more than moms?

Soย although it seems as if I’m sacrificing my girls in the process of making my dreams come true. I can’t say that it’s true. I still make an effort to get home before my husband does. I still pick up my 3 year old from preschool. I still make dinner, clean house, do laundry. Maybe not as often as I should. But the jobs of being a mother do not cease, whether I work for myself or work for someone else. Working for someone else, did not work for me because it sacrificed my children. I felt so guilty taking care of other kids all day, instead of taking care of my own. This is how I became a stay at home mom. Never had I even considered becoming a stay at home mom, until I realized, what I was doing at the time, wasn’t worth leaving my daughter every day for. What’s worse, is that job didn’t pay well enough, nor did it give me the career I truly wanted. So, what was I sacrificing my daughter for?

Right now. I am trying to findย that balance. Trying to figure out, how to sacrifice less time with my girls, and instead sacrifice something I’m already used to sacrificing.ย If it means less sleep in the middle of the night. Let me tell you. As a mom of 3 year old, who couldn’t sleep through the night her first year of life, this is nothing. Haha. I know there are a lot of mom’s and even dad’s who know exactly what I’m talking about.

After she got out of that stage, I found my habits had changed and I couldn’t really sleep as long any more. 4 hours of sleep was luxury. So, what is someone to do when your awake 20 hours in a day, while your child is only awake for maybe 12 – 14 hours of that time? You start forming bad habits.

I used to pull all nighters just watching Korean drama’s because I felt like it was my only get away from theย reality in which I’m either a mom or a wife. Never a woman. Never amounting to much. Because what can be done in the middle of the night. Where can you go with a baby in tow?

By the time my daughter turned one, she was a professional walker and an unstable runner. That turned into her becoming an actual runner within a couple of months. (I’m sure many have heard people call their children this.) It’s something I never imagined I’d have to go through. My daughter was 1. How can you prepare yourself for the sudden playful nature of a one year old, thinking that running away from you is a game? How do you tell a one year old that cars are dangerous, that if she walks away from me at the wrong time, she may never see me again?

I’m sure there a lot of “know-it-all’s” out there who have their opinion on the matter. But until you actually experience it yourself. Until you understand that children are their own person from the minute they are born and do whatever it is their inner self wants them to do, until they can understand the concept of consequence and discipline.

It’s a fools dream to think you can do something better than the mother of a child who exhibits this behavior naturally. It’s not taught. It’s not the environment. It’s a natural desire to run. To play. To laugh. To be innocent with a little bit of deviousness because we naturally have that in all of us. Just like a babies need to sleep for a certain amount of time. Or to walk when they want to walk. Dance when the music is playing. These behaviors aren’t really taught. It happens in their own timeline. So please don’t fool yourself that you can control, understand, analyze another human being. It’s just another fable.

After coming to this realization myself and on those rough days when the unexpected would happen. Wine became an outlet for relaxation,ย  as it does for many mom’s.ย It gives you a sense of outward appreciation for a well crafted product,ย  that you can get at home with very littleย effort. After awhile, I began to realize it was becoming more than an outlet, and instead, a habit. I didn’t like that feeling at all.

So I decided toย channel these mundane and troublesome habits into something productive. Into something innovative. Into something that I know will help other mom’s who are in the same shoes as I once was. I am channeling my dreams into reality because my girls deserve a mother who doesn’t feel like she’s wasting away, but instead inspired by her girls to do something more with herself.

My girls truly drive me.

They show me that there is no reason to be afraid, what’s scarier than bringing in to this world another human being? What’s scarier in this world than taking care and raising that human being to be someone that feels that they are both precious and valued in their own unique ways.

Especially when outside forces want to say otherwise.

So.

Instead of just worrying about things I can’t control. I want to provide them with a safe space. I want to be an example of what they can accomplish if they put in the effort to accomplish it.

I think it’s funny when people ask if I’ve ever done anything like this before. If I’ve ran a restaurant or opened a cafe or anything like that. Usually I say no. Because that’s the truth. But there are many things I’ve gone into, without ever having experience. Marriage. Motherhood. College. Traveling. Haha. All things have a starting point. What is it that I do know? I know that with proper preparation. Proper training. Proper mentors. Proper support systems. I can do this.

I can do this, because it’s no longer just about me and my dreams. I have made it more than just that. I have brought the outside – in. I am determined to open up this cafe, and more so that I can redefine affordable luxuryย that women need. So that I can show others – there is no such thing as impossible – there is just an untapped opportunity no one has yet to discover. I’d like it if people would stop asking if I have experience. And ask me. Why?

I’ll tell them. Why not. Haha. But then I will say, because there is a need for us moms to find a different outlet of balance between motherhood/wifehood/ and being a woman. I want to be an encouragement to them because there are just too many out there that devalue themselves because the appreciation for them are just left unsaid way to much and for way too long. So. If this is only the beginning. Let it be the beginning. Because the end is no where in site for Just Right. I can’t wait to get started. I can’t wait to show others what this dream is really about.

I hope you enjoy. Sorry for the blabber (I didn’t intend for it to take this route, but some how, this is where we have come.)

Sending out blessings of happiness to all!

-Jess

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Need for Perfection

How often in our lives have we thought; I need to be perfect. I want to find Mr. Perfect. My kids will be perfect. My house will be perfect. Perfection. “Perfection at it’s finest”

But is anything ever perfect? Really truly? I think the reason I chose the name Just Right was because setting up the expectation that my cafe will be perfect by calling it Perfect Family Cafe, just sounds so………………………. bad……….. ๐Ÿค” It’s not that I want the perfect place. I want a space to feel comfortable, to give you that breathing room you need as a human being. That space that feels “Just right” It’s going to be pretty hard just to do something like this as it’s rarely been done before to this extent. So pretty please be patient with me. ๐Ÿ˜ต

Don’t get me wrong. I will strive for the “perfect product, perfect service, perfect everything.” But being human. I know this is not often the case. Even as I work with professionals who have done their jobs for over 10 years, they are not perfect.

I went over my first construction documents I’ve ever gone over in all of my 28 years, and yep, there were a lot of mistakes. ๐Ÿ˜… The most funny one’s were the spelling mistakes, Accessible Bath in stead of Accessible Path. Exit Doo, instead of Exit Door. ย Things of this nature. I felt I should probably just ignore correcting most of these and just concentrated on the things that I thought mattered. Even so, there were still a lot of mistakes, questions, concerns, etc. My husband wasn’t impressed. (He’s a nerdy๐Ÿค“ engineer who goes over schematics and designs with a fine tooth comb. He’s cute though, best man I could have ever asked for๐Ÿ˜.)

But to me. It just made me feel like, I was actually doing something. Haha. I mean, how boring would it be to go over a 41 page document and not find a single mistake? I would question myself if that were the case. “Did I do that right?” “Did I really look, or did I scan, maybe my mind was else where when I looked at that section?” Maybe I’m so ignorant in all of this that I should just ok everything, even if it doesn’t feel right” None of those sound good huh? ๐Ÿ˜‘

So, mistakes happen. Even getting the health permits approved. You would think as an architect who works in Santa Clara, they would know everything the health department requires without a single mistake. Nope, floor material, not approved, ceiling material, not approved, not approved this, not approved that…. it’s nuts. Aren’t these things they should know if their focus are restaurants and such? Eh. Problem with working with the government, things change regularly, got to make money somehow. ๐Ÿ˜“

Anyways, I lost track of my original thought. Perfection. Trying to obtain perfection. Expecting perfection from others. Once you have kids, you realize. This is all just a fantasy. From the minute your child is born, they have a mind of their own. They set their own schedule, wake, sleep, poop, sing, when they want to. It’s ok, you will bend to it. haha. ๐Ÿ˜… Eventually you get to control them a little more, but they will still test you until that moment they realize, you’re right. You know everything that they do. YOU ARE MOM!!! haha. (I’m still waiting for my 3 year old to realize this. I think she has figured it out with Dad already) ๐Ÿ˜ญย Is it bad to be jealous of your husband? haha… (He is cute though)ย 

-Hearts and blessings to all!

Jess

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Feeling Stuckย 

As a mom of two kids, 3 and 11 months. I have come to find that the simplest of obstacles can cause some serious issues…๐Ÿ˜ณ Number one obstacle, a not so clean house.๐Ÿ˜จ 

I have found that I am getting better at trying to keep things clean on the surface, but that deep cleaning.๐Ÿ˜ฑ That bathroom that needs a good scrubbing,๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ that pile of now clean laundry just sitting there staring at you begging to be put away๐Ÿ˜–๐Ÿ˜–. The pile of dirty clothes just getting bigger and bigger when it felt like you just washed a load.๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ You think to yourself I will get those things done during nap time. ๐Ÿ˜ Plan set, ready, go…๐Ÿ‘Œ

Until nap time comes and you are either stuck under two kids, stuck under one kid, or afraid to move altogether in fear of waking up either kid.๐Ÿ˜ฅ 

Try to wash some dishes… Hah. Here comes a loud wine from the living room. Close the washing machine door, you got a kid wondering what you are doing. Move to grab the remote and you got a 3 year old crying out loud for no real reason… She just does that from time to time. ๐Ÿ˜ฅ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Even typing on the phone with my 11 month old in my arms is a bit of a challenge. Sound must be turned off, even having it vibrate is a scary thought. Gah. She just moved again. ๐Ÿ˜ต True story. 

Talk about feeling stuck. It always gets me wondering about what else… She just fell off the couch…how did she go from my arms, to next to me, to leaning on the couch yet standing on the floor… Somehow she has remained asleep. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ kids. Gosh. Train of thought just got derailed…. ๐Ÿšง

Oh… ๐Ÿ˜ฏ Feeling stuck about things in life. We have all been there. ๐Ÿ˜” While in between different times of our lives we often grow impatient and just start to go through the motion. Eventually the feeling of being stuck starts to set in. Stuck waiting on a phone call from that job we just interviewed for. Stuck hoping that you get a response from that guy you gave your number to. Stuck in a job you are afraid of leaving because the next one might be just as bad; if not worse. Stuck, stuck, stuck. ๐Ÿ˜ž

At times like this I try to find comfort in prayer. ๐Ÿ™ My favorite verse of Psalms is “Do not worry about anything, instead pray about everything.” It’s hard to put into action of course. Some days I have to pray it over and over and over in hopes that it soothes my soul a bit. It doesn’t work all the time. But it helps. I still worry tremendously. I worry if I am making the right decisons for my girls. For my husband. For myself. ๐Ÿ˜ถ

I have come to realize, however, if I am not happy, how can the rest of my family be happy. Due to this realization I decided I wanted to see through opening my own business. I have always wanted to own my own. But until I had my kids I didnt really know where I wanted to put my focus on. I have finally found it in my family cafe. โœŒ

Now. I am playing a different waiting game.๐Ÿ˜ฉ Waiting on others to help me fulfill this dream. Its tough. I feel stuck. I feel impatient. I feel like a constant judgement is being placed upon me. Is it the color of my skin? Is it because I am a woman? Is it because I am a mother? I am not saying that this is what is actually happening. But it doesn’t mean it doesn’t pop in my head. ๐Ÿ˜ฉ 

Fortunately I have the greatest support team behind me. ๐Ÿ™† Just like when my girls were born. Just like getting into and finishing college. Just like doing things outside the norm. I am not your average person. I will not think I shouldn’t do this just because it might be super hard. Hard doesn’t mean impossible. I will not stick to the norm because instead of being fearful of my dream. I am excited for it. Everyday I think of a new idea that will help me to succeed. That will help me to aid a community that is so overlooked and forgotten. I feel even more driven to make it happen. ๐ŸŒž

Every day I come up with a program, a proper use method, a design element. A special detail that I believe will help my space stand out. Every night I stay up late envisioning what is to come, feeling a little disappointed that I am still stuck at the “unofficial” starting line. But. Soon enough. The pieces will fall into place and I will be able to unstick myself and begin something new and refreshing. And I can’t wait to share with you when it happens! โœŒ

-๐Ÿ’–Jess

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Finding Just Right, that “Perfect” home

If

only. ๐Ÿ˜’

This week was both exciting, confusing, and exhausting. Thanks crazy weather.

The first day of site hunting I found that I loved 1 out of 4 spaces… go figure. Of course, it turned out to be the first site we visited. ๐Ÿค”

More importantly it was a beautiful day and the girls and I enjoyed being out of the house. So we did more than just site visits. Parks, library and lunch. It was a full day. ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—

Went site hunting three days later, completely different story. ๐ŸŒง Saw two spaces. One was a good contender, the other looked like the scene after a brutal murder. ๐Ÿ’”

It was gross. ๐Ÿคข

(Of course, I would bring the girls into the murder scene, they stayed in the car during the first site due to great timing and backdoor parking๐Ÿ˜ฉ)

Ok… let me explain for all of you who are judging…ย ๐Ÿ˜‘

#1: Superย heavy rain and Wallykazam on my phone in order to make the toddler feel comfortable. Yes, I asked her which she preferred, which is a first. I don’t usually leave a 3 year old in the car. But the baby was asleep and I knew I would be gone for 5 – 10 minutes tops. I think I was gone for maybe 8 minutes.

#2 and most importantly. I could see my car from every angle of the space and yes, I knew this would be the case which is why I parked where I did. ๐Ÿ˜œ

I aint no fool.

I don’t even leave my girls in the car by themselves to run in to pay for gas. And that’s usually like, what, 30 seconds… 1 minute if there is a line. Thank goodness for credit cards and walk up stands, otherwise I would have had some very close calls way back when.

This is why it is important to me that Just Right have site lines. I want you to feel comfortable at all times. What IS your child is up to at that very moment you decide you want to know.ย Now that’s peace of mind. ๐Ÿ™ƒ

I wonder if people realize how much freedom they truly take for granted before kids. I mean. You can’t even go to the restroom by yourself anymore. ๐Ÿ˜ What’s up with that? Andย don’t fool yourself. It’s rarely during nap time. Especially if your kids are like mine and just want to be cuddled during nap time. I love it… but boy, could those dishes use a washing. ๐Ÿค—

Whoa… talk about a tangent… Needless to say. I am a confused mess right now, oh well, I know I will figure it out… I will update soon with my decision, I say this to currently no one, weird. ๐Ÿค” ย Best wishes “no one” can’t wait to finally put a face to you. ๐Ÿ˜‹

๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

Jess

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The “Un” Official Starting Line

Wow. Today marks day one of officially getting things in order. After a ton of research. A ton of professional advice. A ton of fear overcome with personal passion and the loving support of my wonderful husband. I am proud to say that this is only the beginning.

After officially registering the name with the State of California. It felt like a good time to begin working on the JRFC website as well as other items including a crowdfunding pledge, a marketing plan and administrative tasks such as the “Food Allergy Procedure” so as to help keep risks at bay. Thus. Here I am. ๐Ÿ™‚ Blogging for the very first time ever. Unless Facebook counts…

As I am talking to no one but myself for the time being… I  sure hope no one will look at me funny. ๐Ÿ˜… Oh well, I will continue as if talking to my new bf. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Soโ€ฆ Tomorrow is Valentines Day. ๐Ÿ’– However, since having kids, there have been very little celebration of the holiday over the years, so I do not expect much. ๐Ÿค” I am sure many mom’s feel the same way. Babysitters can be expensive after-all.  ๐Ÿ˜ญ

Thatโ€™s O.K. though, because, tomorrow is special for another reason. The girls and I are going SITE HUNTING!!! After reviewing at least 20 different sites on paper, it is exciting to know that I will have the opportunity to visit 4 very different spaces tomorrow that could possibly be THE spot for J.R.F.C. I cannot wait. ๐Ÿ˜†

Some, are probably wondering why I would bring the girls with me. Including my tenant broker, whose face I am very anxious to see when they show up with me.๐Ÿ˜‚

My answer is simple. I want to see how they react to the space. After-all, they tend to be an unbiased and reliable sourceโ€ฆ. BWAHAHAHA jk. Jk.๐Ÿคฃ What could a 3 year old and 9 month old tell me? Seriously.

Simply put, I just want to see how big the space is by having my two very energetic kids run about it for awhile. If they seem small in the space, that will be a good sign. Oh, and as mentioned before… babysitters are expensive.๐Ÿ˜‰ 

So. This marks the end of entry one of J.R.F.C. Blog. (I hope I didnโ€™t bore you.) 

Sending lots of love to those who truly need it. And even those who donโ€™t, my heart is big enough for even you.

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-Jessica (Call me Jess from now on)