Last week, I decided that I was going to save the world.
With cloth diapers.
I was going to be more world-conscious, add a bit of crunch to my footprint. Keep them diapers outta the landfill.
(I was also severely sleep deprived)
Luckily, I have a friend close by that offered me a few trial cloth diaper setups. In fact, if I liked the ones she gave to me - I could keep them! SCORE!
Saving the world AND saving money! Fantastic!!
Slapped one on the kiddo when I got home. Changed myself a wet diaper, patted her on the ass, and sent her to bed.
We had a couple of golf balls. No prob! They roll right off.
Then. It. Happened.
Massive shit attack this weekend. Poor kid. I changed 5 liquid-shitty diapers before lunch.
Fourth and fifth were disposables. They continue to be disposables. Cloth diapering FAIL.
I suppose if I hadn't used disposables that the extra step of toilet dunking/flush sucking wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe I'm lazy. Maybe I don't care that much that my grandchildren will have to build their homes on top of trash heaps because of me. Maybe I don't appreciate having to extend the time of contact with poop that already makes me gag so violently - the kid giggles.
But maybe I don't want to set the example that playing (and cussing) in the toilet is what we do in this house.
Yeah, that's it!