A few days back I found myself in a predicament… the diaper basket was EMPTY 😦 I live 5 minutes from the store, and still somehow managed to completely run out of these little paper life-savers.
So while my bare-bummed 16 month old ran wildly through the house screaming with delight, I dashed from room to room trying to find just ONE diaper to prevent the inevitable accident. Panicked and realizing I had absolutely no diapers left, I remembered the bag of cloth diapers I had stashed away… YES! I spent the next several minutes trying to remember WHERE I had so cleverly put them when we moved. Finally found them hiding inside the old wooden chest in my room. My feeling of success was short-lived though, as I heard a shriek from the living room and my four-year old scolding the baby. Diaper and cover in hand, I ran downstairs to find the baby pointing to my daughter’s art basket (of all places), shaking his head and looking displeased. Dangit… I was SO CLOSE!
So with the baby bottom finally secured and mess cleaned up, I begrudgingly headed for the grocery store… again. Diapers and I have a hate-hate relationship… Every couple of weeks, I find myself repeating this routine (although not always so dramatic); standing in front of the wall of diapers, comparing each and every price tag to see how many diapers I can get for my money, cursing them and their prices the whole time. Buying diapers is one quick way to put me in a mood. How dare they charge me so much for something I cannot live without… The nerve! These chemical laden, earth polluting, flimsy, leaky, little butt covers that cost us a fortune each year make me MAD… and it’s all for the sake of convenience.
How I wish I could go back to my wonderful, fluffy cloth! When we moved, I sold my much-loved stash of pocket diapers to a dear friend. I knew I wouldn’t have a washer or dryer, and the thought of taking all my diapers to the laundry mat several times a week seemed too daunting a task. So I stashed away what cloth I had left – all my prefolds, contours, and covers – shed a tear and bought a pack of disposables. A sad day indeed.
That bag of diapers still sits on top of the toy chest in my bedroom… judging me, I’m sure. I really should pull them out and make them useful again. Am I that determined, I wonder? I know there are brave mothers all over who have managed to keep their babies in cloth without the convenience of a washer and dryer. But could I do it?? Am I that brave? Probably not… but it’s sure worth a shot!