I have always loved tea.
Can’t drink coffee. Gives me
horrid heart burn every time. For
whatever reason, tea – even black tea with lots of caffeine – doesn’t. I am slowly learning another reason why I
love tea. I’ve always been told by my
mom and my sister, who has a degree in holistic healing specializing in herbal
supplements, that chamomile tea will help with muscle soreness. Well, I’m trying to get into a little bit
better shape now that I’m not eyeball deep in my master’s degree anymore. Yeah.
I’m way more out of shape than I thought. Chamomile tea is starting to be a life
saver. Try it. Trust me.
It works.
I started this blog not long before my son was born. He’s now three and a half. And he’s hit one of those so very frustrating
toddler stages. Why? Any parent out there knows exactly what I mean. I even have a degree in child and adolescent
development, so I really do get what’s going on with why. Right now, though, there are days I swear he
asks me why 487 times. And those are
days I work and only see him for a few hours while he’s awake. It gets worse on weekends when I have the
whole day with him. While I love his curiosity,
I can’t wait for him to outgrow this. Or
find someone to pay me a dime for every time he asks why.
Today wasn’t a good day for me and cars. And I’m not sure my husband helped. My car, which I have to say is probably my
favorite car I’ve ever owned, decided to give me a “Reduced Engine Power” and “Service
Stabilitrak” warning lights – while we were driving down the highway to my son’s
doctor’s appointment. My husband, in his
infinite wisdom, googled the issue after we got home and I headed off to
work. He then checked everything over in
my car and started it a few times. All
of the warning lights went off. So he
figured there’s nothing anyone can do and we should just keep driving my car
without checking further. I’m not sure
who I’m currently more frustrated with on that score – my car or my
husband. Needless to say, we have an
appointment with our regular mechanic tomorrow morning to have it checked on.
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