If Wikipedia is correct I am a rigidly organized, ambitious, muti-tasker who is obsessed with time management. If you haven’t caught on yet, I’m Type A. I have lists upon lists, and lists of actual lists. I keep a mental schedule of my day, and wake up shooting for my goals. You’d think that if one thing on my list went undone I’d say whatevs. I did everything else, but instead, my heart beats fast and my palms sweat a little, and I lay in bed thinking, “Why, oh why, didn’t I do that one little thing!” It’s cra-zay sometimes, and I”m totally working on it, but it’s also pushed me to simplify things that make them totally manageable. Like my house for instance. I wanted the whole house cleaned,every single week-like fan blades, baseboards, organizing drawers-the whole she-bang. Pre-baby, and post college graduation, I had it nailed down. Fast forward post-baby, and I’m either a clean-aholic, or a good mom. Well, I wanted to be both, so my chore list was born: each day, broken down into a manageable list of duties which result in a cleaned house by Friday (this is totally for another day and another post, I’m getting off topic). I’m always looking for the shortcut that works for Amber. The best way to get into a routine with something that fits my life, my needs, my preferences, and my way of thinking. Born of this theory has also been my meal planning (for another post as well…). When things pile up, I get overwhelmed. On a daily basis I have to make breakfast (we don’t eat boxed things around here, so making any meal is time consuming and mostly from scratch), clean up after breakfast, dress baby, play with baby, rock baby, paperwork for Ben’s business, personal worship time, make lunch, clean up from lunch, wash clothes, make dinner, clean up from dinner, play more with baby, feed animals, visit family, exercise, smile, AND DRINK 8-8 OUNCE GLASSES OF WATER. You laugh, but by about 2 pm, I would almost cry as I realized that I had only drank about ONE glass of water. ONE. Seven more to go. I kept thinking, doggone it Amber, why can’t you just master this task!!!! Like foreal. I was burdened by water, or lack of it. Especially when I was nursing. I would notice a drop in supply and then I’d realize that I was trying to produce 30 ounces of milk with only one 8 ounce glass of water. Silly. Registered. Nurse. What. Was. My. Problem. At first I tried to keep a running tally of my glass completions, but that wasn’t happening. I would finish a glass running errands, and make note of it in my iphone so that I could remember once I got home, then I’d forget, and siri wouldn’t remind me, and then I’d remember at 11:30 PM when I had just fallen asleep and then I was awake thinking about water. You are either laughing at me right now or you’re feeling me, but either way, I agree with the general consensus, I have issues.
Did you know that 75% of Americans live in a chronic state of dehydration. Seriously, like our bodies become accustomed to being dehydrated because we don’t take in enough water. Not to mention, we are extremely lucky to be able to turn on the tap and know that we aren’t going to ingest worms that may potentially kill us just by wetting our whistle.
Like most things that boggle my mind and keep me awake at night however, I found a solution. I like water, I really do, I just needed a little more fanfare from my cup of 2 hydrogen atoms and 1 oxygen atom. I needed some pizzazz. Enter the pretty straws. They are made of paper, which is weird at first, but I got past that. Cigarettes are paper too, and loads of people put their mouth on those, so I assume that it’s not that big of a deal. I keep a collection of colors in a jar on my counter just beckoning me to sip on some ice cold water. I linked you to the ones from Amazon so that you could see what I was talking about, but I love to buy mine at Michael’s (pack of 10-20 in the $1 section) or off of Ebay. I also use a mason jar, preferably a wide mouth one, to house my libation, because a pretty cup just tempted me to sip even more (I like pretty things…) I usually pop some flavor in my water with a bit of lemon, or berries, whatever is on hand. I swear Hattie thinks it’s a special occasion when she gets a berry in her water. “A berry mom? For me? This must be what juice tastes like!”.
I still had a problem though…I lost track of how many glasses I drank. 8- 8 ounce servings was too much to remember. Angels sang one day as I realized that I had a 32 ounce wide mouth jar in my canning cabinet. 8×8=64 and 32×2=64. What? I only have to make sure that I’m drinking 2 of these babies!!!!!! I rejoiced, I smiled, I laughed, I loved my solution. And then I found the Mason Bar Company. They make nifty lids with straws to fit on your wide mouth, or regular mouth mason jars, and they even make them in MINT (I love mint). You most likely have a ball jar in your cabinet at home, and you can order a lid through the Mason Bar’s website, or at their Etsy shop to fit your jar. They also sell the jar/lid combo’s if you are in need of both. The 24 ounce tumbler is great for traveling becuase it fits in most car’s cupholders, and as you all know, the 32 ounce glass and I have a thing for one another. The best part is, you are drinking out of glass, so you aren’t getting the nasty by products from plastic cups/bottles. The straws are BPA free too, so no worries there. There’s something so southern about a mason jar cup too, and you know Joleigh Blonde likes everything southern.
Can you believe that I obsessed that much over making sure I drank enough water? Me neither. If I were reading this post about someone else I would probably judge them. So I don’t blame you. I also can’t believe that I admitted it to you all, but I think it’s nice to know that other people are human too, so if I made you feel better about any odd quirk you may have, then it was worth it. Try out a mason jar fruity water with a snazzy lid. You won’t be disappointed. Unless of course you forget to drink 8 of them. In that case, I’d stick with the 32 ounce glass. If only I could find a 64 ounce mason jar…..