Badass Mother

Ok, we are 30 hours away from the gig, and still no luck. I've tried friends, kids of friends, family, and neighbors. I'm pretty sure the bar would frown on me bringing the baby in there (maybe with a fake id?), so I need to find a sitter stat!

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "Jen, you look smokin' hot in that picture. Were you four months pregnant at the time?". You're sweet. And yes, I was. If you look closely, you'll note that the jeans do not zip up all the way. I was on the cusp of maternity wear at the time. And let me just say, if this blog explodes with popularity (and why wouldn't it?), I'd like to include info on where to find stage-worthy maternity clothes. I was reduced to wearing maternity jeans, t-shirts, and a hoodie from Hot Topic to our gigs. It was ok, but not as badass as I'd have liked. Because I am one badass mother.

Because she lacks the motor skills to be a roadie

As a mom who is in a rock band, I am facing a unique challenge: to find a sitter I trust with my 3 month old, and who is cool with staying at my house until 3:00 in the morning. There have to be other rockin moms out there with the same dilemma. I propose that we seek each other out, share ideas about balancing childcare and gigs, and maybe even recommend good sitters around the Twin Cities. Or beyond. Hell, this is the internet, after all. I hear it's getting to be quite popular.