Cleaning with Thieves (Young Living)

What?  A cleaning post by Melissa?  NO WAY.  If you know me, you know I’d rather hire someone to clean our house than do it myself.  Not because I’m lazy, but because I have better things to do (judge me all you want).   My grandpa is rolling over in his grave right now.

Anyhow, what really bothers me about cleaning, is the scent of cleaning agents.  Especially now that I am pregnant.  The only smell I love is Pine Sol, which is probably not good.  It is still all chemical-based.  My husband loves the smell of bleach, because to him, that means it is clean.  To me, it is vomit worthy.  He won’t even use gloves when he cleans, and then his hands smell of bleach for a few days after.  That can’t be good or healthy!

So, I kept seeing people post of this Thieves cleaner via Young Living.  My husband isn’t a believer in oils, or anything that appears to be a pyramid scheme.  He is incredibly stubborn, so I don’t waste my breath anymore.  I have to save my cash on the side or win free samples or get awesome gifts from my friends who are equipped in the business of oils 🙂  My good friend offered me a sample of the cleaner and even gave me directions on how to dilute it (because I would totally mess that up if she didn’t).  So thankful.

What really interested me is that this cleaner doesn’t have all of the dangerous ingredients that you’ll see in products down most cleaning aisles at the store.  I feel safer using that type of cleaner around our daughter and our dog.  And the smell of the cleaner is just an added bonus (smells like cinnamon – perfect for fall).

So I finally broke out the Thieves cleaner this weekend.  My daughter has been teething and putting her mouth on everything.  We have a big picture window in our dining room that is just her height.  The bottom wood sill is perfect for her mouth, which I caught her chewing on a few times.  I immediately broke out the cleaner and mixed up a batch.  A little bit goes a long way, so that is fantastic, too.

NOTE:  I did not want to use the same cleaning buckets that we use bleach/ other cleaning crap/ clean the bathrooms with.  I thought since I was going to be cleaning surfaces that my daughter would soon be touching, that they be free of chemicals.   So I grabbed an old Miller Lite pitcher that we use to water the plants with sometimes.

Fast forward 20 minutes when I’m about half way done wiping down the windows and starting on the wooden blinds (what a pain in the ass by the way, there has to be a better way to clean blinds!).  Mike must have smelled the yummy cinnamon smell because he says, “What are you using?”  I played dumb and said, “cleaner, why?”  He continued to ask what kind, and I told him what it was and asked him if he liked the scent.  He was like, “It’s fine, whatever”…then he noticed that I was using the Miller Lite pitcher and asked, “Is the cleaner in the pitcher?”    YEP!   “We drink out of that pitcher!  That is disgusting!”  Then I explained that (a) we don’t really drink out of that pitcher ever and (b) the cleaner is not toxic.  His response:  “Drink it then!”  Hahahaha, oh my darling husband.  Anything to hate on the oils.

End result:  I’d probably clean a lot more if I buy the Thieves cleaner.  I went on to clean the stove top after the windows.  Then I started to get worried because the last time I had a burst of energy like this one, was a few days before I went into labor with Kenzie.  I had cleaned the entire kitchen from top to bottom with Pine Sol.  That was the first and only “nesting” activity and burst of energy that took place during that pregnancy.  Haha, hopefully this pregnancy will be more beneficial to the cleanliness and organization of our house.

Here is a great website that I came across when researching Thieves cleaner, and other ways to use it:

The Oil Dropper


Sorry I was late, I had to get my cardio in.

I like to think that Amy Schumer and I are somewhat kindred spirits, and that if we met some day, we would be the best of friends.  And maybe she would take me to a Billy Joel concert to sing on stage.  And we could laugh at people working out at the gym.

People who work out seriously kill me.  I see people running (always for fun, never from a murderer or for a purpose), and I immediately laugh.  I’m a terrible person, I already know this.  No need to remind me.  Maybe it’s because I’m partly jealous that I don’t have that kind of discipline?

And I’m also a hypocrite, because I used to go to hot yoga.  I loved yoga so much.  Made my body actually feel good instead of feeling like I was hit by a train the next day.  But then, I got pregnant.  Doctors frown upon doing exercise in a 100 degree room when you are trying to hold onto all of your nutrients/ hydration because you have hyperemesis gravidarum.  So goodbye yoga!  And yes, I know you are thinking “Doesn’t she have an 18 month old?  She could have gone back to yoga by now”…to which I say, screw that.  Any extra time I have on my hands is now spent sleeping or eating, especially now that I am pregnant again (I know, who plans this shit?!)….but that is okay.  Because this will be the last one.  FOR SURE.  So maybe in a year or two I will get my yoga back.  By then, I’ll probably want it back.

Anyhow, hypocrite or not, I head over to the babysitter’s house to get Kenzie a few weeks back.  It’s about 5:05 when I get there.  Kenzie always runs from me when I get there.  She looks really happy and excited that I am there, but then runs straight in the other direction.  Right after I walk in, another Dad walks in.  We will call him Dan.  Dan says, “Sorry I’m a little late, I had to get my cardio in”….  You guys, I almost laughed in his face because I thought he was joking around like how Fat Amy talked about cardio on Pitch Perfect.  Luckily, I did not laugh.  He was dead serious.  He and his wife work out at the gym together and even pay for a trainer.  Holy hell!  I could think of one hundred better things to do with your money than pay a trainer to make you work out.  Pizza and cupcakes are at the top of that list.  I mean, I get winded walking up our stairs at home.  But that’s just me.

And now I’m off to eat some Halloween candy.  I can’t wait til Kenzie is old enough to go trick-or-treating so I can steal her candy the way my parents stole mine.  “Here, have this quinoa bar instead, and I will have the Reese’s since you don’t want your teeth to rot..”


Today, I am thankful for my job.

*Note – this was written a few weeks ago*

I bitch about my job a lot.  A LOT.  I generally have to deal with a lot of dumb people (both from the public side and people who work here), and a lot of drama.

But during and after pregnancy, I probably couldn’t ask for a better or more flexible job.

And let’s talk health insurance for a brief moment.  I had heard horror stories about how expensive it could be to have a baby in a hospital, even with the proper health insurance.  As in even after insurance coverage, you own hundreds, sometimes thousands.  I was preparing myself for the worst.  I had learned tricks about how you can call and ask for a discount if you pay for everything in one big payment.  Ugh.  I even prepared Mike for it.

After our fancy hospital stay (I really enjoyed it actually, aside from the lack of sleep), we got our first bill.  I assumed it was just for Kenzie or just a small part of it all.  Total amount due was $14.  Or maybe less.  I can’t really remember.  But it was for both mine and my daughter’s stay at the hospital.  Labor, delivery, hanging out for two days after in the mother baby wing…  I kept waiting for another bill to come, but it did not.  Insurance covered nearly everything.  So basically, I can never get another job until I am done having kids.  Or getting sick.   Government insurance is the best insurance.  Pay isn’t the best, but the benefits will always be worth it.  We even get a $1,000 Benny card.  You can use this card to pay for prescriptions, co-pays, or even (in my case) breast pumps!  YEAH!

Insurance details aside, I have had two rough pregnancies (so far).  Lots of nausea, lots of puking, lots of tears.  When you are feeling that sick, it’s really hard to stay motivated, no matter what your job is.  I am blessed to have an office with a door, a parking space that is incredibly close to the entrance, and a boss who is flexible with my schedule and understanding.  Things could be a lot worse for me.  There were times during my pregnancy with Kenzie when I got so sick at work that all I could do was sit in the conference room with my head on the table in the dark.  Or all I could do was sit on the ground of my office pretending to file things or read through papers.   But I got through it, and no one questioned me.  So I have to remember that.

And now, I have the luxury of leaving the office at lunch whenever I want, and spending an hour with my daughter at the babysitter’s or taking her to the park, and picking her up right at 5 p.m.   Never have to worry about overtime, or getting calls while I’m at home.

And finally, a prime example this week of why I appreciate this flexible, shitty job.

Kenzie had a fever starting on Monday.  I stayed home with her on Tuesday and brought her to the doctor.  The doctor said she believed it was the start of Hand, Foot, Mouth disease.  The only indicator was that when she looked in her mouth, she thought she saw a few blister-like things.  Plus the fever, and her lack of appetite (because maybe her throat hurt).  I ask what we can do or what medicine we can give her.  “You just have to wait it out, you can give her Tylenol for the fever.  Usually takes 3 to 5 days to run its course”….FANTASTIC.

Anyhow, I’m still not certain it was in fact hand, foot, mouth (which by the way never existed when we were kids to my knowledge, so where are these viruses coming from?!).  She doesn’t have anything on her hands, feet, or booty (no rash or anything).  Maybe we just got lucky with a very mild case or it is just a random virus.  Either way, I was able to take off Tuesday and Wednesday (very last minute) to take care of baby girl, since you cannot send her to the babysitter with an infection that could be spread to others.  My mom came over Thursday so I could go back to work, and Mike is taking off Friday.  I always get stuck taking more time off, but we will chalk it up to the fact that his job is a little more demanding than mine.  Whatever.  I’d rather be home anyhow.  BUT, I really should be saving my time now for the next baby.  Needless to say, I will be working from home more than I had to with Kenzie.

So yes, my job blows sometimes, but today, I will take it and remember that it will be worth it in the long run.  If only they had paid maternity leave.