I put the kids in cloth diapers. I considered it when Brynn was first born, debated about it for a few months, and then decided I wasn't going to. However, recently the cost of the diapers I was buying went up and I realized I was spending at least $60 a month on diapers. That is money that could be better spent on my kids, or more craft supplies. So I decided, I think around 2am on Wednesday, that I was going to do this thing. Thursday morning I was off, buying diapers, pins, and little plastic pants. Hurray!
And then... my mom hinted about the mechanics of cloths diapers, and I vaguely remember the diaper pail in our house. And yet, I was not prepared for what really goes on in this new world. The tinkle diapers are stinky, but not life-threatening. However, the poo must be removed from the diaper before it can go in the smelly disgusting diaper pail. I was totally ready to invest in a Hazmat suit in order to do this thing. I totally disregarded the insinuations from my mom, Tom's mom, and my grandmother that I too would soon be rinsing out poopy diapers in toilet water with my bare hands. No, I thought. I am way too civilized for that. I had a special little poop-flipping spatula.
Day 5. This morning I met a poo that was no match for Mr. Flip and indeed found myself rinsing out a poopy diaper in toilet water with my bare hands. Don't forget the part where I threw up in my mouth just a little. Oh, the humanity.
Still, I am happy with my decision. When I went to the store and just rolled right past the diapers, I felt really liberated. So still hurray, just... with a smidge less feeling.
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