Saving Daylight

This is no secret, but in case you didn't know, I hate DST.  I also detest when it ends.  I find it an unnecessary interruption to life as usual, and I'm not a fan of unnecessary interruptions.  

So now you know. 

I've never been through this side of it as a mother.  At least, not as a mother who knew/cared about what day it was, or what time it was other than "feeding time".  RG was itty bitty last time we dealt with this, and I forgot to pay attention to it. 

When DST ended last fall, I was scared, because I couldn't stomach the thought of RG waking up any earlier than she already was.  This time around, I was hopeful.  See, I thought, for the first time in my daughter's lifetime, I was going to sleep past 8.  It was going to be glorious.  And we came pretty close this morning, so that was cool.  Except I forgot about the effect it has on bedtime.  

My girl, well, she likes her bedtime right about 5 PM.  Which 92% of the time is absolute bliss.  I'm able to get things done in the evenings, and not stress so much about getting stuff done during the day.  I like that.  I'm used to that.  It works for us.  And then good 'ole DST pops up and screws everything up.  We shot for about 5:30 the new time, which was 4:30 yesterday.  I thought it was going to work, but turns out RG thought she was just supposed to be chilling by herself for a little bit (because we've been doing #3, from this beautiful post, in the afternoon) and was soon after yelling and carrying on.

So we went for a walk.

Even though I wanted to stew, and I sat in the next room with my insides all clenched up for a moment, worried that my evenings might never be the same, I fought it off.  Before I grabbed RG from her bounce house bed, I made a quick list of a few things that I felt I would need to accomplish in order to count tonight as "Not a Waste" and we headed out to pound some pavement.  We'd been gifted with glorious light and a beautiful evening.  The 8% I mentioned above, the times when a 5PM bedtime is not ideal, is usually on nights like these, when I'd love to be outside and taking in the sunset.  

So although tonight wasn't business as usual, we did get some extra sun, some extra smiles, and eventually (please please please AMEN) we'll be back to regular bedtimes.  Now I'm off to get the remaining two things crossed off my list and go to bed, because somehow my internal clock sprang the wrong way, and I ate dinner at the new 4:30 (3:30 yesterday) and now, at the new 8:22 (7:22 yesterday) I'm completely beat, dreaming of sleep.

Make sure you save some daylight!

<3 M.

WFMW :: NoPoo

This post could also be titled "And Then I Became A Hippie"

Another working title might be "That day I tried to submit to a link up that was closed."

Whatever you want to call it.  I'm throwing this information out in to the abyss of the interwebs so that you can all know how far down the granola trail I've gone.  

Its far.

I'm just saying.

I asked Handsome last night if he ever thought I'd become as much of a hippie as I have.  We both agreed that no, we did not see this coming.  This conversation took place after he told me I smelled nice and I confessed that the smell was coming from my Pit Putty, an all-natural cream deodorant I'm trying.  I thought it was a gender neutral scent, but I was wrong.  My armpits smell spicy.

This is the sample size of spicy smelling deodorant.
AKA - the nail in the "I'm not really a hippie" coffin

Anyhow, after beginning to purchase food from a local coop, I took another giant leap for weird kind into the realm of "No Poo".  That "poo" is short for "shampoo", not short for "poop".  Just so we're all reading the same words here.

There's a lot of people who know a heck of a lot more about "no 'poo" than I do, but the gist of it is, you don't need shampoo.  Shampoo (apparently, from my 45 minute foray into the internet) strips your hair of its natural oils or pH balance or something, so that your head makes more oil, so that you need to shampoo again.  Kind of like a bad mechanic, it both causes and fixes the problem that is gross oily hair.  And the world wide web says that it contains bad chemicals.

Enter the best invention of all time: baking soda.  You can do so. many. things. with baking soda.  First, science fair volcanos and self-inflating balloons   Duh.  But after that, there's toothpaste, oven cleaning (which has never worked for me, fyi), cake leavening (meaning making cakes rise), laundry detergent, and of course, the magic that makes homemade pretzels/bagels taste like the food of your dreams.

And now, shampoo.  Or more accurately, No 'Poo.

Here's what I do:  Get your hair wet.  Shake some Baking Soda out of your hoarded baby food jar onto your wet hand.  Rub little pinches of it into your scalp, along your part, around your face, and basically everywhere you can think of.  Now massage, until it starts to feel dissolvy, or slippery.  Rinse.  Boom.  You've just no 'poo'ed.  

To follow it up and "condition" with some diluted apple cider vinegar.  I store mine (like, 1 T, 1 Cup water) in another hoarded baby food jar that I poked some holes into the top of.  After I no 'poo, I shake some of the vinegar stuff onto the ends of my hair, going as far up my locks as halfway.  Rinse.  Be done.  Feel 100% like a homesteader.

If, after your shower, you want to, I don't know, put a little product in there to make sure your hair doesn't get frizzy or whatevs, I've read that a little coconut oil rubbed into your hands and then your hands rubbed on your hair makes that happen.  So I do it.  Because if you're going to ride the weirdo-crunchy-granola-train, you may as well hit all the stops.

Hair as usual.
I'm going to start taking those pre-natals again, I need these baby hairs to grow back!
Dear pregnancy hair,
I miss you.
I hate that you fell out and made me feel bald.
Come back and we'll make it work.
Love, Me.

So yes.  I'm a no-poo-er.  And the first week and a half were touch and go.  Supposedly, it takes a while for your scalp to re-adjust to it not being stripped of all of its oils every day.  But now, I think its looking pretty normal.  And if my sources aren't selling me ocean-front property in AZ, I will someday reach "No 'Poo Nirvana" where you don't even need to use baking soda anymore, you just rinse your hair with water, and it looks fuller and thicker and grows faster than it ever has before.  I know you're waiting with baited breath, but try and take some big inhales and I promise to let you know when that day comes.

Any other hippies out there?  Ever do stuff you never imagined you'd be into?  C'mon, let me know I'm not alone!

<3 M.

Influenster :: Opening the Glamour VoxBox

So... yeah.  I'm not one who is known for being glamourous.  I'm not really even one who is known for matching, or brushing her hair.  However, the kind folks at Influenster and Mary Kay allowed me to be a human guinea pig for them, and here's the video to prove it!

On a related note, when I got the email saying that I was to be a glamour tester, I had just been running and looked like this:

Fashion Icon I am not.

And now, for #RG's first promo:

I've been enjoying a visit from my mama, but I have plenty to share with you this week, so keep checking in! I love to hear from you all!

<3 M.