Friday, June 29, 2012
Lysol Sweet Lysol
Like a lot of first-time moms, I have found my lifestyle shifting in a more "natural" direction since Moose was born. I have transitioned to gentler store-bought cleaning solutions (with eyes toward a move to the vinegar and baking soda camp). I choose organic where I can find and afford it, and (most weeks) expend the effort to make more meals and snacks from scratch at home to avoid the expense, waste, and not-so-savory ingredients in so many convenience foods.
However, in the last 48 hours, I have come to realize that there is still a place in my life for these things.
That place is in the middle of a stomach bug attack.
When Moose woke us up vomiting at 12:30 Wednesday night, thank goodness I still had some "real" disinfecting wipes on hand to take care of the bed frame. As much as I love my Method cleaners, the bedsheets (and the subsequent four sets of clothes and blankets that Moose and I went through on Wednesday night) weren't useable again until I washed them in good ole' fragranced Tide. And, let me tell you, uber-healthy organic whole grain toast doesn't go down nearly as well on the tummy as white bread and saltines (neither of which I had on hand when Moose was ready to try some sustenance on Thursday - and we both paid the price for it).
I applaud the moms who can stay green and natural, even during bouts of illness with their littles. I'm not one of them and, today anyway, I'm not ashamed of it.