Bules and the kids came over today and the cousins had a fun raucous time playing together.
My four are sick with a mild cold that has taken residence in their poor eyes.
I won’t horrify and shock you by sharing the very crunchy treatment I am using for said ailment. But, I think it is working pretty well.
Oh and have I mentioned, apparently there is a label for people like me… it’s “crunchy.” I pretty much can go down the checklist and tick most of the things off, so apparently I qualify– things like home birth, eating (even growing) organic food, making your own yogurt and granola, and so on.
What I want to know is, where was I during this transition from high-finance, high-maintenance, Saks Fifth Avenue-wearing, high heel clickety-clacking power-luncher to crunchy, skirt-wearing, co-sleeping, neo-hippy granola mama? It just seems to have sneaked up on me unawares.
Well, I’d better go now. I think the kids are getting into my love beads.