I have a confession, something that no 2016 suburban SAHM should be admitting, out loud anyway. Here goes: I don’t shop at Whole Foods. (Gasp!) And my reasoning behind it isn’t really a good one. The truth is, the nearest Whole Foods is an extra 15 minute drive farther than the closest grocery store to my house. So mostly it’s just laziness that’s keeping me from the holy organic grail that is Whole Foods.
But honestly, if I did drag my three cranky kids those extra few miles to this all-natural Jessica Alba love sanctuary, I don’t think they’d let me in. Because the thing is, our household is stuck halfway between overachieving and pulling up the caboose on the mediocrity train. For example …
1. We drink organic milk, but it’s cow’s milk. Ugh, right? Milk from another animal?! Sickos we are.
2. I make my own homemade mac and cheese, but I use pre-packaged shredded cheese. Is it any better than the powdered-gonna-kill-my-whole-family-with-chemicals stuff in the box? I honestly don’t know. Continue Reading