Laundry is just one of those necessary evils. I don’t hate doing laundry, but somehow it seems to get shoved to the back burner and then I’m scrambling for some clean undies! …TMI… [My natural and affordable laundry routine is always open for change, but this is how I’ve been washing my clothes for the past two years.]
Don’t get me wrong: I have every appreciation for modern machines that have made my laundry chore soooo much easier!
Here in Wisconsin it is still the dead of winter. Without an accessible list of fun, affordable winter activities in front of me, I tend to forget how to enjoy winter.
Nothing is truer than the saying, “As the days lengthen so the cold strengthens.” In spite of the frigid cold I am grateful for the warming sun that makes an appearance most days. And I just gotta say I love that it stays daylight through the supper hour now!
Well that’s a dumb question! Your doctor is your doctor, of course! What if doctor is teacher, though…?
What if I told you that the word “doctor” comes from the Latin word meaning “teacher?”
Now, how would you answer the question, “Who is your doctor?” Now that you know doctor is teacher…
I only recently learned of this meaning myself. So in my mind I journeyed back through all my doctor visits. On most occasions I left the doctor’s office with a feeling of helplessness and no answers to the simple questions I had. Once, when I was 16 and celibate, I was berated for my choice of no birth control. Another time I saw a doctor about horrendous PMS. I was offered the Pill. That’s it. No education on hormones, imbalances, or endometriosis.