To a lot of people, I would be considered a crunchy mom, but to many others, who are far more crunchy than myself, I am likely considered mainstream. I don’t really care either way, and I don’t mean to put moms in a box or label them. That said, there are a few issues that the crunchy side of me has to deal with that the “My kids are eating goldfish in front of the TV so I can write this post” side of me would likely never have to endure.
Below, I present a lighthearted look at some of the problems crunchy moms face. And I use the term “problems” loosely.