I've been hearing it more and more lately - you have to put your own oxygen mask on before you can help someone else. Basically, I've been gasping for air.
I'm a 26 year old female and I've had horrible, life-altering foot pain for about 6 years. I've had 9 surgeries. None of these procedures have helped. I don't know who else to go to, and I've heard you can work miracles.
You guys, I just made my own kombucha. From scratch. And it was amazing! In case the hipster train has skipped you entirely, there's a recent kombucha fad that's taking over the nation. But the joke's on us, since kombucha has been enjoyed for several centuries in Eastern Europe, Russia and Japan. What is kombucha? … Continue reading Do The Booch – My Home Brew Kombucha Experiment
Tomorrow I'm heading to our district's informational meeting for incoming Transitional Kindergarten (TK) parents. Already, friends of mine are buzzing around getting ready for the new school year. Talking about academic readiness, chatting about sight words, discussing flash cards.
I ended up with two polar opposites. They are my children because they are exactly the limits of what the universe believed I could handle.
So, it's FINALLY winter here in Southern California. The temps have dipped below 80 and the winds are in full force. With the shift in weather, our house is typically plagued with two things: dry skin and preschool germs. I've rounded up a few of my favorite products for surviving both!
My biggest concern was having to wear my glasses exclusively for the week leading up to the procedure. Silly me.
Moms, we will never turn the men in our lives into the dads and husbands they could be if we continue to treat them like a second class version of ourselves. We need to acknowledge that dads can be fantastic parents, not just for an hour here and there, but constantly and consistently.
I find that the meal boxes are really intended for people who love to cook (or enjoy learning), are trying to move away from eating out as often, and want to spark some creativity into their meal planning repertoire.
When I was a kid, I was teased relentlessly about my skin. And, as an adult, I have trouble shaking the fact that I'll always be the palest person in the room. It's an inner dialog that happens daily from about May until October.