Friday my 4th grader woke up with pink eye. She’s fine and I’m really proud of her for doing so well getting the eyedrops. I made her laugh with my imitation of what it feels like to wait for an eyedrop to plop into your eye (a contorted “nnngggggghhhhh… gaaahhhh” face).
Unfortunately, my husband and I both realized we’ve contracted the same illness. No, not pink eye (yet). Pink eye paranoia. Along with frequent handwashing, here are some of the symptoms:








Maria wants to live in a world where cloth diapers are the norm and moms can make parenting choices without judgement. When she’s not chasing her 18, 14 and 11-year old kids around, you might find her checking out the latest gadgets, organizing something (again) or exercising in the fresh air. 






