Jill Robbins is a wannabe wine snob and lazy runner. She moved to San Antonio when she was 18 months old, so she considers herself a native. She has a degree in social psychology, which so far has been unhelpful in understanding the behavior of her husband and three children. Jill writes about adoption, motherhood, and midlife on her blog, Ripped Jeans and Bifocals, and freelances for various magazines and websites such as The Huffington Post, She Knows, Babble and Scary Mommy. She is the Director/Producer of Listen to Your Mother: San Antonio, a live show featuring readings about motherhood. You can follow Jill on Facebook and Twitter.

To the Mamas Zoning Out on Their Phones

I know what you’re thinking. You’re probably clenching and bracing yourself for a heaping helping of sanctimommy. Hear me out. I took my kids to martial arts today. They’re only seven, so I stay there while...

Not Everyone Loves Texas

I wasn't born in Texas, but I got here as fast as I could. Ever heard anyone say that? Sure, you have. Great weather, low cost of living, no state taxes...it's no mystery why...

Do you grit your teeth when someone says, “You’re going to miss this”?

"You're going to miss this someday." Does that statement bring on the eye rolls or what? Remember that time you were out in public and your kids were acting like total beasts? If you’re like me,...
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The Two Words Mothers Need to Hear Most

What are the two words mothers need to hear most? Hint: not "I'm bored" or "not me." There are a lot of words that describe the motherhood experience: Joyful. Stressful. Chaotic. Hilarious. Rewarding. Enlightening. Humbling....

Things to Do at SeaWorld San Antonio This Spring and Summer

There are a lot of things I love about raising my family in San Antonio. We never sit around on the weekends saying, "There's nothing to do in this town." The opportunity to learn...

What’s wrong with being “that Pinterest mom”?

We’ve all heard of the Pinterest mom: The one who gets weirdly territorial about the cupcakes for the first-grade class party, who throws out words like “tablescape” and “dragée” while the rest of us...

Valentine’s Day Self Care Tips for Moms

We don't typically think of Valentine's Day as a mom holiday. We don't really think of any holiday as being a mom holiday, except for Mother's Day, and that's not really a mom holiday...

14 Tips for an Epic Cruise with Kids

My husband and I cruised around the Western Mediterranean right before we adopted our son. It was our last adults-only trip before becoming parents together. I like to joke that that vacation was the...

Homework and Other Things I’ve Stopped Complaining About

My two boys are in first grade. I spent the better part of their Kindergarten year complaining about school stuff.  I guess you could call me a reformed complainer. Don’t get me wrong: there’s plenty...

Six Tricks to Improve Your Morning

It's now officially fall. Yes, I know fall really doesn't mean that much in San Antonio, unless you count sweating your way through one of the local pumpkin patches or trying to help your...

The Day I Was Called Out by a Six-Year-Old for Being a Jerk

We’ve all heard of the Golden Rule, right? That whole "do unto others" thing? The concept of treating people the same as we want to be treated is not new. Odds are good that some...

Five Great Places to Check Out On Main Street in Cibolo

If you live in Cibolo or the surrounding communities (Schertz, Selma, or Universal City), you might notice that our once sleepy little community is growing. In the past year alone we’ve seen strip malls popping...

In Defense of the Goodie Bag

I used to be one of those moms who complained about goodie bags. Giving them. Getting them. All goodie bags were created evil. “Waste of time and money.” “Too much plastic crap.” “What’s up with giving the...

13 Things I Didn’t Expect to Clean Before I Had Kids

Before my kids came along, I was a decent housekeeper. Not in an OCD, “my floors are so clean you could eat pie off them” kind of way, but an unexpected knock at the...