As a mom, routine is key to not losing your ever-loving mind. Over the course of 4 years I’ve discovered products that have streamlined my routine and made it more enjoyable. I love these things and I’m positive my life wouldn’t be quite right without them, you know, aside from my adorable children and wonderful husband (just in case my husband is reading). What do these favorite things have to do with Friday? Nothing. I just need something to write about on Friday, so every Friday, I’ll share a list of my favorite things. It’s like Oprah’s favorite things, but everything is considerably less expensive and no one gets a car.
LifeFactory Drink Ware. After having Margaret, I needed a huge water bottle to keep me hydrated. I couldn’t get by with a dainty water bottle because I was drinking at least 100 oz. of water a day because breastfeeding made me THIRSTY and refilling a water bottle every hour, as insignificant as it might sound, seemed like a big deal. I found a 30 oz. water bottle and used it until the plastic started to crackle and the inside smelled like a fish tank in bad need of cleaning, no matter how many times it went through the dishwasher. It was time to move on to a more durable water bottle. I found the LifeFactory bottle and was hooked. I absolutely love these water bottles and drinking glasses. They’re stylish and practical. I would say they’re indestructible, but Niels managed to crack the glass of my red bottle with his brute baby strength. No worries, though. You can order a replacement glass bottle for zero dollars from LifeFactory; you only have to pay for shipping. I’m not getting paid to write about this marvelous drink ware; I just love it, so I’m sharing. Also, if any family members are reading this: I want LifeFactory stemless wine glasses for Christmas. It will be a perfect day when I can get my hydration and relaxation from the same adorable-looking vessel.
Dry Shampoo. Four years ago I was a new mom, and I was foolishly washing my hair every single day AND blow drying it. I think I deserve a medal for this level of commitment to my personal hygiene at that point in my life. Since Margaret was born with hip dysplasia she was considered a high-risk baby for early development and it was standard practice for a social worker to stop by to make sure we were doing OK after bringing her home from the hospital. Now, anyone who has ever brought a baby home from the hospital knows that “doing OK” is relative. I mean, you’re not sleeping; your body is destroyed; and you’re trying to figure out how to take care of an impossibly small human. Things were fine, I guess. I actually have little memory of certain things after she was born, in case that’s any indication. Anyway, I do remember the morning the social worker was stopping by was a particularly challenging one. Margaret was inconsolable. I was trying to make myself presentable. And the social worker called to say she was running late. I was both annoyed and relieved because I had just gotten out of the shower; Margaret was screaming; and I was trying to figure out how to blow dry my hair and make myself look like I had this motherhood thing down pat for this home visit. I’m not sure why I thought I needed to look so put together, but I’ll chalk it up to sleep deprivation and mom brain. I think I ended up letting Margaret cry in her baby rocker while I frantically tried to achieve a look just slightly better than the bride of Frankenstein. This should have been a turning point for me. I should have called bullshit on daily hair washing. But no, I’m stubborn. I continued to wash my hair daily until Margaret was nearly 2. But then the heavens opened and shined a beam of glorious light on the one product that would cut my morning routine in half: dry shampoo. I’m not exaggerating when I say dry shampoo has changed my life. I can go up to 5 days without washing my hair. Most mornings I zip through my morning routine in 30 minutes: quick shower, quick hair touch up, and a spot of make up (granted this routine actually takes an hour with Margaret and Niels around). It’s gotten to the point where Henning and I make a big deal out of me washing my hair.
My Coffee Maker. I love coffee. LOVE IT. But here’s the thing: most of the time I’m drinking decaf. I just love the taste of coffee and the ritual of making coffee in the morning somehow has almost the same effect as caffeine. When I do have caffeine, I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin. I could probably run. Period. Running is not my favorite. After Margaret was born we bought a Keurig so I could make my decaf while holding her because, as with the water bottle, making coffee seemed like an impossible task. However, after 2 years of using the Keurig, I longed for regular drip coffee. I bought a regular ol’ $15 4-cup coffee maker. I love it, and it’s a 4 cup because Henning doesn’t really drink coffee because he’s weird. Every morning I make 3 cups, pour the deliciousness into my awesome travel mug (even though I’m not going anywhere), and handle it.