Prozac for PMS? 5 Habits to a Natural Remedy
OctoMom has 14 kids. I have three. Yet those three—plus the demands of life, work and marriage—may be making me just as crazy. Not insane enough to have another brood of babies, mind you. (Although once you have three, what’s another 11 more?) But crazy enough to: 1. Seriously consider jumping out of a moving car when my husband engages me in yet another financial discussion. 2. Completely forget the dates and times of crucial engagements—like my son’s soccer game. 3. Let a faulty cordless phone lead me to yelled profanities and an innocent appliance smashed on the floor—in front of my kids. Now, obviously the demands of the aforementioned…
J.Crew is Fashion Porn
I want to live in the J. Crew catalogue. Seriously. Either that, or Anthropologie. Urban Outfitters is a close third. But J. Crew does it for me every time. Maybe it’s my nostalgia for an ‘80s childhood, but there’s something about the way they put together those skinny jeans with those cute little blazers that gets me all hot and bothered. It’s like fashion porn: When the catalogue hits the doorstep, I swoop for it, hiding it under my arm and away from the prying eyes of my kids, and then stash it under the old New Yorkers in the bathroom.
