tonight, after watching the latest office episode and a few episodes of one of the two ill-fated seasons of this american life (the televised version), there are other chores do to.
like the diaper laundry. it doesn’t end.
i’m a cloth-diapering mama. i’m glad to be so. i know we’ve saved so much money already. i’m sure we’ve made a small reduction in the landfills. and i like knowing my girl’s butt is covered in mostly cotton and hemp rather than the stuff of disposable diapers.
but the laundry doesn’t end. and even with a diaper-sprayer conveniently attached to the toilet tank, spraying out a poopy cloth diaper is messy and stinky. not a pleasant task. tim and i fight over who gets to NOT change a poopy diaper.
the cloth diaper butt. oh, it’s so cute, isn’t it? those tiny bellies and legs sticking out from the huge padding of a cloth diaper? unfortunately, a lot of baby clothes aren’t made to fit those ginormous booties, however. there is a pattern floating out there that you can get for sewing “big butt baby pants.” google it. i got the pattern, i cut the fabric pieces, but only two of them have been thus far sewn together. (i’m not so good at follow-through on sewing projects).
but now the diapers are all sorted in the baskets, inserts here, covers there. ready to begin again tomorrow. ready for that poop that will surely come between her waking up and her first nap. like clockwork.
are you a cloth-diapering mama? why or why not? it’s okay if you, like i, have a love-hate relationship with it. 🙂