This wet vacuum completely changed how we clean

It's a combination of a Dyson and a mop, and so worth it.

This wet vacuum completely changed how we clean

Let me be really upfront about something: I hate mopping. Cleaning my floors in general is effectively the bane of my existence—and I say this as someone who actually likes cleaning and organizing otherwise.

It's just that cleaning the floors is such back-breaking work. It means lugging heavy machinery, crouching and bending and scrubbing and (*shudder*) dirty water. Between dog prints and shoe scuffs and toddlers, babies and husbands traipsing in and out of the house, the floor is often the resting place of the grossest dirt—and I'd honestly rather just not think about it.

When we bought a house a couple of years ago, I invested in a cordless vacuum which at least took some of the grunt work out of keeping the floors clean. But when it came to mopping, it was still my no-fly zone. (And yes, I tried those disposable mop pads, but I never felt like it really got the floors freshly-scrubbed clean.) Until I got a Tineco IFLOOR3.

The IFLOOR3 is a cordless vacuum that also washes your floors. It's light, it has a small storage footprint and, perhaps most importantly, it gets your floors seriously clean in the same time it takes to vacuum.

Tineco iFLOOR3 

Tineco iFLOOR3 Cordless Wet Dry Vacuum Cleaner

Vacuums and washes floors at the same time, allowing you to keep your floors sparkling in less time.


To run the IFLOOR3, all you have to do is fill the top compartment with water (add a few drops of cleaning detergent for a deep clean), and then start "vacuuming." Your floors are left only slightly damp and dry in a minute or two—which is perfect for families with impatient toddlers who have no respect for drying floors. It also sucks up any crumbs, dirt, or spilled snacks (wet or dry). The best part, though, is the dirty tank where the water that gets sucked back up goes.

I can't even express how much satisfaction I get seeing exactly how much grime I just cleaned up in that tank—and then pouring it all down the drain. I use my IFLOOR3 a couple of times a week, and I'm always shocked at how quickly the dirt accumulates. (I don't even want to know how much dirt was down there back when I only mopped every few weeks!)

Because the vacuum is cordless, it can run for about 20-30 minutes before needing to be charged again, depending if you use the max setting or not. It also has a "self-cleaning" function you should run after each use that cleans and clears the scrubbing roller.

This handy "smart" feature convinced my 4-year-old our vacuum was a robot, so my daughter promptly named the IFLOOR3 Molly. When I first plugged her in to charge, I found my daughter whispering to the vacuum, "Don't be nervous, all the other robots are going to like you. Alexa and the Roomba are going to be really nice to you." #MillennialMomLife 😂

Will I ever love mopping? Maybe not. But with the IFLOOR3 (AKA, Molly), it's definitely one cringe-worthy chore I can happily cross off my list.

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I felt lost as a new mother, but babywearing helped me find myself again

I wish someone had told me before how special wearing your baby can be, even when you have no idea how to do it.

My first baby and I were alone in our Brooklyn apartment during a particularly cold spring with yet another day of no plans. My husband was back at work after a mere three weeks of parental leave (what a joke!) and all my friends were busy with their childless lives—which kept them too busy to stop by or check in (making me, at times, feel jealous).

It was another day in which I would wait for baby to fall asleep for nap number one so I could shower and get ready to attempt to get out of the house together to do something, anything really, so I wouldn't feel the walls of the apartment close in on me by the time the second nap rolled around. I would pack all the diapers and toys and pacifiers and pump and bottles into a ginormous stroller that was already too heavy to push without a baby in it .

Then I would spend so much time figuring out where we could go with said stroller, because I wanted to avoid places with steps or narrow doors (I couldn't lift the stroller by myself and I was too embarrassed to ask strangers for help—also hi, New Yorkers, please help new moms when you see them huffing and puffing up the subway stairs, okay?). Then I would obsess about the weather, was it too cold to bring the baby out? And by the time I thought I had our adventure planned, the baby would wake up, I would still be in my PJs and it was time to pump yet again.

Slowly, but surely, and mostly thanks to sleep deprivation and isolation, I began to detest this whole new mom life. I've always been a social butterfly. I moved to New York because I craved that non-stop energy the city has and in the years before having my baby I amassed new friends I made through my daily adventures. I would never stop. I would walk everywhere just to take in the scenery and was always on the move.

Now I had this ball and chain attached to me, I thought, that didn't even allow me to make it out of the door to walk the dog. This sucks, I would think regularly, followed by maybe I'm not meant to be a mom after all.

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I never wanted to be a mom. It wasn't something I ever thought would happen until I fell madly in love with my husband—who knew very well he wanted children. While he was a natural at entertaining our nephews or our friends' kids, I would awkwardly try to interact with them, not really knowing what to say or do.

Our first pregnancy was a surprise, a much-wanted one but also a unicorn, "first try" kind of pregnancy. As my belly grew bigger, so did my insecurities. How do you even mom when you never saw motherhood in your future? I focused all my uncertainties on coming up with a plan for the delivery of my baby—which proved to be a terrible idea when my dreamed-of unmedicated vaginal birth turned into an emergency C-section. I couldn't even start motherhood the way I wanted, I thought. And that feeling happened again when I couldn't breastfeed and instead had to pump and bottle-feed. And once more, when all the stress from things not going my way turned into debilitating postpartum anxiety that left me not really enjoying my brand new baby.

As my baby grew, slowly so did my confidence that I could do this. When he would tumble to the ground while learning how to walk and only my hugs could calm him, I felt invincible. But on the nights he wouldn't sleep—whether because he was going through a regression, a leap, a teeth eruption or just a full moon—I would break down in tears to my husband telling him that he was a better parent than me.

Then I found out I was pregnant again, and that this time it was twins. I panicked. I really cannot do two babies at the same time. I kept repeating that to myself (and to my poor husband) at every single appointment we had because I was just terrified. He, of course, thought I could absolutely do it, and he got me through a very hard pregnancy.

When the twins were born at full term and just as big as singleton babies, I still felt inadequate, despite the monumental effort I had made to grow these healthy babies and go through a repeat C-section to make sure they were both okay. I still felt my skin crawl when they cried and thought, What if I can't calm them down? I still turned to my husband for diaper changes because I wasn't a good enough mom for twins.

My husband reminded me (and still does) that I am exactly what my babies need. That I am enough. A phrase that has now become my mantra, both in motherhood and beyond, because as my husband likes to say, I'm the queen of selling myself short on everything.

So when my babies start crying, I tell myself that I am enough to calm them down.

When my toddler has a tantrum, I remind myself that I am enough to get through to him.

When I go out with the three kids by myself and start sweating about everything that could go wrong (poop explosions times three), I remind myself that I am enough to handle it all, even with a little humor.

And then one day I found this bracelet. Initially, I thought how cheesy it'd be to wear a reminder like this on my wrist, but I bought it anyway because something about it was calling my name. I'm so glad I did because since day one I haven't stopped wearing it.

Every time I look down, there it is, shining back at me. I am enough.

I Am Enough bracelet 

SONTAKEY  I Am Enough Bracelet

May this Oath Bracelet be your reminder that you are perfect just the way you are. That you are enough for your children, you are enough for your friends & family, you are enough for everything that you do. You are enough, mama <3


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The American Academy of Pediatrics says that newborns, especially, do not need a bath every day. While parents should make sure the diaper region of a baby is clean, until a baby learns how to crawl around and truly get messy, a daily bath is unnecessary.

So, why do we feel like kids should bathe every day?

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