New Model of the Modern Alternative Housewife

I must be nuts. I was sitting outside with my kids today watching their cherubic selves run with glee through the sprinklers when I had several thoughts run through my head in a most traffic jam like fashion about what I was doing here at all. Not in a crazy I don’t want to be living kind of way, but more in a…sort of what is my special purpose kind of way. I happened to go inside and look around in my office. I see the most eclectic titles assembled in one place on my book shelves. Books about subjects ranging from Chakra Clearing and chanting to magical herbalism, an idiot’s guide to learning Yiddish and everything else in between. Really, I must be nuts or reasonably grounded in being eccentric. I may drive a mini-van with two car seats in the back and by all accounts may appear to be that kind of gung ho PTA going gal. But I’m not. I don’t fit that jello-mold. Never have. I must be the new model of the modern alternative housewife the one who makes cookies for the school bake sale in between giving Reiki sessions to clients, mixing up new aromatherapy potions and notions, and perfecting the design of her latest tatoo. Yep. That’s more like it. Sage Spray anyone? Let’s clear this crazy thinking and get grounded.