About me: I am an accidental stay-at-home mom of 3 kids living on the edge of suburbia. I say “accidental” because I never meant to stay at home, but when my husband failed to have his vasectomy checked and I became pregnant, daycare became more expensive than my salary.
My 3 kids are #1 – a highly emotional, 4-year-old boy, #2 – a michevious but good tempered 2-year-old boy, and #3 – a baby girl who will not sleep, play, or do anything but cry unless I am holding her.
I am unintentionally quasi-crunchy, largely fueled by panging guilt and crippling fear about contributing to population growth and years of trashing the planet.
I am also the reluctant, stand-by-her-man wife to a high-functioning alcoholic and prescription drug addict, and am dealing with the struggles of living with someone who refuses to get help.
