What would Judi do?

My mom always told me if you have cold hands it means you have a warm heart. Nice sentiment but I've always doubted its truth. I don't understand the need to fix what ain't broken. This is on my mind as I leave my local Giant grocery store. It wasn't broken. It was fine. I knew where everything was and could really just run in and out. They fixed what wasn't broken. They revamped the store and call it new. Whatever. They're allowed to do so. I can't find anything but I will learn where things are again. The check out folks are nicer. Now they say hello, so that's a plus. The nice guy checked my stuff (I was going to say "checking me out" but that sounded a little off) and finished everything. I was walking out when I hear "Ma'am! Ma'am! Wait please!" First mistake, calling me ma'am. I won't even start on that. The woman informs me that there are no longer cart returns places out in the parking lot. Now...

I was born a girl. No question about that. Growing up in my family being a girl had certain expectations associated it. I should learn to cook. College may or may not be in my future and that was okay. I should expect to get married, have a family, blah, blah, blah. Okay, I got married (not that I expected to all) and have a family. Still can't cook well. And am still trying to graduate. Sigh. One of the biggest sources of stress in my house is the role I'm supposed to have. I'm supposed to know how to cook all sorts of things. I'm supposed to be the one to do that laundry. Again, blah, blah, blah. I can cook. I can do laundry, though - and I'm sure I'm not alone here - I hate it. I am the primary caregiver to my kids. I'm a pretty traditional mom. Only I'm not. And now I'm really not. The economy bit our butts, too, and now I'm the primary breadwinner AND all those other things. As the myth of Super Mom gets busted in front of my...

The name is simple. WWJD. What would Judi do? I should have added more - what would judi do and how do my actions affect her? That would be more clear, no? People come in and out of my life regularly. It's the job I've chosen. I show up briefly for a job and then leave. If I like the client, I can ask to go back and if I don't like them I never have to return. Perfect. My personal life isn't so perfect. People come in and out and I have no control over it. I have a few close friends who are either moving or contemplating moving. This doesn't bode well for me. One is travelling all over the world (fine by me) and then coming back only to move across the country (not fine with me). There's a time difference between us. Who will text with me during boring jobs? Who will make me laugh when my world is falling apart? The next might be moving half way around the world. That's definitely not okay with me. No one is asking my opinion. They just te...

Welcome to my world. My name is Judi Rockhill and I’m a mom of 8 year old twin girls, a wife for over 10 years, a daughter and sister for over 40 years and a business owner for what seems like most of my life. I find striking a balance between all the facets of my life to be tough. There are days I do one or two parts of it really well and then there are days I do none of it well. My daily struggle is to make the majority of those parts successful. I am struck by the number of working, married mothers that do this well. I am not one of them. Granted, I was born domestically challenged. Though my mother will deny it, I come upon this deficiency honestly. She believed in having a lot of fun instead of doing a lot of cleaning. I am carrying on this tradition. Give me a beautiful day and two choices: go to Chesapeake beach and search for shark’s teeth or rake up the huge amount of leaves in my yard. The beach always wins. Laundry will always lose. Laundry doesn’t get priorit...