PMS

The men of the home had retreated to the TV Room with the doors locked and the curtains drawn shut.  “Shhhh,”  I heard the little one say, “Don’t make a move or they will surely sense our motion.”  The football was playing loudly as if to live in denial about what was happening in the rest of the home.  I suspected they had hoarded enough supplies to survive in there for hours.  

Our daughter had recently turned 12 ½ years old and my sister-in-law had moved in with us a few months ago.  That made three women under one roof, all healthy and in our child-bearing years.  Now, once a month, the man and boys alike ran scared like deer from a lion.  The three “synced-up” women had taught them hard way last month, and they were too smart to make the same mistake twice.  

Outside the safe room the man and boys had created for themselves, one was crying, one was yelling, and one didn’t want to be talked to or touched at all.  But lucky for us, we would survive this daunting time because we had Essential Oils for the aches, pains and mental anguish that has plagued women since Eve bit into that apple long ago.  It may take a village to raise a child, but it takes an army of Essential Oils to control the hormones in this home.

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Saved by the Clothes Pin

 
In front of the middle school, several 13 year old boys piled into my sleek, sassy, silver minivan.  I would have known from 10 feet away with a blindfold on that they came straight from athletics.  The smell was downright pungent.  I did my best to control my gag reflex as I rolled down my windows.  I thought about handing them wet wipes while asking them to step out to wipe their pits and then put on deodorant, but I knew this would blow the “cool mom cover” that I had worked so hard to protect.  

That was when I remembered that I had my Essential Oils and a clothes pin in my purse.  I discreetly grabbed Purification, put a few drops on the clothes pin and clipped it to my air vent.  A delightful, clean, fresh smell filled the car.  I unwrinkled my nose and drove the boys home with my cover intact.

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The Blood Moon

The full moon was red. Blood red.  Some people think this is a sign of end times, and judging from the noise level in my home, I would agree.  Whining, complaining, and meltdowns galore.  No matter how hard I tried, I could do nothing right.  I allowed double the electronics minutes and even served pizza with no vegetables for dinner.  Still only chaos in my home.  My three kids were arguing with each other and arguing with me.  My motherly pride was taking quite a blow.

I knew no one would let me get near enough to them to lather them with essential oils, but I had another option!  I took out my diffuser and said a desperate prayer as I dropped 6 drops of Lavender inside.  The fresh, flowery smell filled the room.  The children quieted.  I think I might have even heard one of them sing “Kumbaya”.  I inhaled deeply, closed my eyes and let the Lavender take me away.

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I Am The Grocery Bag Super Star

I don’t know why I feel the need to be the grocery bag super star.  It is a race against myself to see the least amount of trips I can make from the car into my house when I get home from the grocery store.  If I make it in two or three trips, I feel pretty accomplished.  But, if I can do it all in one trip, well, I should hang a medal around my neck because I know I have won the gold!  I will hold seven heavy bags draped on one arm, six on the other, and balance the water bottles on my head.  Then it gets really tricky because I have to do all this while standing on one leg, so I can use the other leg to slam the trunk door shut.

Rarely does this one trip grocery bagging end well.  More often than not, I end up with a bruise or cut on my foot, my thigh or even my face.  Lucky for me, I whip out my Lavender essential oil, and apply frequently.  This takes away the hurt and the ugly color and allows me to keep on fighting for the gold that I know I deserve.

 

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The Zombie Eyes

'Tis the Season….for the flu…and strep…and sinus infections…and all the other viruses no one has a name for!  I have often wondered why we don’t give those unidentified viruses human names like they give hurricanes names.  Why should the meteorologists have all the power? 

In our home the unidentified “Noah” virus always hits at exactly the wrong time.  I know it is about to take over my life when he gets in the car after school, and he has “the eyes”.  You know the eyes I am talking about.  Those zombie eyes.  The glassy eyes your child possesses that tell you your whole day will be canceled tomorrow because he will be in bed, sick as a dog.  

I think through my day tomorrow, and I realize “ain’t nobody got time for that!”  So, I whip out my Thieves essential oil to save the day!  I put it on the bottoms of his feet several times throughout the evening, I give it to him in a capsule form, and I diffuse like a mad woman.

Early to bed for Noah because even thought the oils are powerful, they can't replace the benefit of good sleep!  The next morning the zombie eyes are gone, Noah is off to school, and I have a big smile on my face as I get to do my day as planned.

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A Toothless Smile

“Wow,” my friend said to my son, “Did you lose a tooth?”  

“I lost FIVE all at the same time!” exclaimed Noah with pride.

It was nothing exciting like a baseball smashing his teeth out as he slid into home plate or a bobcat attack.  The circumstances were as boring as they get.  Noah’s five front baby teeth weren’t coming out, and they needed to be out pronto to make room for the new ones.  

As we made our appointment with the dentist, I reminded her that Noah’s body cannot handle the laughing gas, so he would have to get them removed fully awake and aware.  

“Well,” she said, “This does not normally go well without the laughing gas to relax them.  We will get as many out as we can, but you may have to do this in several appointments.”

As I sat in the waiting room, I let my freak flag fly high.  Since I had given up being considered normal long ago, this wasn’t even a challenge for me.  In front of the whole waiting room, I pulled off Noah’s socks and lathered his feet up with Peace & Calming, Stress Away, and Lavender to help him totally relax.  I also put Valor on his wrists and temples for confidence.

“Noah!”  the assistant called. 

I must have had a worried look on my face as Noah got up because he looked back at me said, “I got this Mom.”

20 minutes later, Noah was in my car with a mouth full of cotton and a jar full of teeth.  The doctor couldn’t believe that Noah was so relaxed and brave that she was able to get all five of the teeth out!

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A Breath of Fresh Air

No gum.  No mints.  No sweets.  Two pounds over my “highest weight I would ever allow” became five.  Okay fine, ten.  It’s that time of year again, and at some point, I was going to have to wash my jeans.  Or even worse, buy new ones.  So, I did it. I ordered the stuff and began a new diet program that I just know will change my life forever. I am quite sure I will never crave carbs or sweets again, and I will also be skinny for the rest of my life.

The only problem (well, besides the fact that my stomach is growling as I write this) is that I met with several people today.  Without my gum and mints and constant snacking, I am not even close to being confident that my breath doesn’t totally stink like a dead animal! 

I have been on the other side of this, talking to that skunk-breathed person, frantically plotting my escape as I take one small step back at a time, giving personal space a larger boundary.  I don’t want to be that person you only talk to behind counters so they are physically trapped and cannot come any closer.

Luckily, I have a very wise friend.  She said, “You have peppermint oil right in front of you!”  Duh!  Sometimes the obvious just completely eludes me.

I dropped one drop of peppermint on my tongue and once again spoke with confidence.  The peppermint, literally, is a breath of fresh air.

PS:  That picture above is what I plan to look like after my diet.  I might even dye my hair brown.

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