Wow. Who knew I could talk about myself for this long? If you’ve made it this far, Congratulations! You are patient, determined, and most likely have a bottomless beverage and well trained bladder.
We’re on the home stretch now. You’ve read about how even as a kid I messed around with trying to improve products, about the Bathtub Epiphany, and about the dangers of browsing the internet while bored. Now it’s time for the really important question.
What up with tea?
The story continues with a cautionary tale about boredom and browsing the internet.
No…not THAT kind of internet browsing! Sheesh.
It’s been several years since the great Bathtub Epiphany. Life has gone on, kids have grown, and I now somehow find myself a homeschooling mother to kids ranging from upper elementary to high school. The super intensive, kid on the hip, no privacy ever years have turned into the ‘is your schoolwork done?’, multiple activity, taxi driver years. I am simultaneously busier than ever and bored. Yup, bored. Turns out you do a LOT of waiting around at this stage of life. Waiting for the homework to be done. Waiting for _insert activity here_ to end. Waiting for them to get done with work. Lots and lots of waiting.
So what does a mom with an internet connection and large quantities of waiting time on her hands do?
Otherwise known as “The Bathtub Epiphany”.
Yup. It deserves capitals.
Let’s set the scene. I’m now a sleep deprived mom of young kids who hasn’t used the toilet or taken a shower alone in years. My decorating style is early fisher price, and my clothing is chosen based on what will best withstand the various bodily fluids deposited on it by runny noses and leaky diapers. In other words, I’m a tired, sloppy, often cranky, hot mess.
Ever ask yourself that? I have. Oh, not because I’m unhappy with where I am. Quite to the contrary, I’m loving every minute of it. (ok…not every minute. Bathing the dogs after they roll in something disgusting isn’t high on my list of great moments. Neither is dusting.) But I have had to wonder just how I wound up here, because it’s usually the first question
I often joke with my husband that I’m solar powered. The first warm spring day, you’ll find me on my deck swing, face tipped up and arms outstretched, soaking up the sun. All summer, I wear sleeveless tops and shorts or above the knee skirts so I can revel in the feel of the sunlight on as much of my skin as possible. And mid winter calls for a trip to Florida to see relatives…and get a dose of sunshine and warmth to hold me through the rest of the dark, cold weather.
Turns out, I really am solar powered. At least partially. (more…)
Go into your local store and you see it. Row upon row of beautifully packaged potions all claiming to ‘Reduce visible signs of aging!’, or ‘Erase fine lines and wrinkles!’ or some other phrase designed to make you insecure and shell out mega bucks for the promise of looking eternally young.
I admit, I’m a sucker for those fancy packages and slick marketing.
I gaze on them, pick them up and read all the wonderful descriptions and fancifully named active ingredients, dream about having the perfect, wrinkle free, smooth skin that only this product…or maybe that one…or what about this system?…can provide. But why?
Wow the weather has turned cold! I don’t know about you, but when it gets cold, my skin gets D.R.Y – think lizard skin. And itchy? Hoo mama, I’d say so! This is the time of year when I start to use massive quantities of body polish. The sugar feels soooooo good as it removes that dry flaky skin – like a gently scratchy massage – and the oils help to seal in moisture. One of the first that I ever made, and still return to several times a year, is a Brown Sugar Cinnamon Coconut scrub.
For those of you who know me, this is going to be old news. I’ve been preaching about the effectiveness of this particular disinfecting combo for years. So if you’ve heard me go on about this one too many times (yes, you, sister dear), feel free to look away. But, for those who are new to the natural life, or are taking the next step in converting your household to safer products, read on.
It’s that time of year again. The weather is fickle – hot today and frost tomorrow. The annual tissue and tea supply has been laid in, and the never-ending refrain of ‘Wash your hands!’ has begun. Cold, flu, and rampant stomach virus season is upon us.
It’s also the time of year that I start looking for the magic bullet – the guarantee that this year will be illness free – the one elusive product that will kill any germ that dares to so much as look at my family.