Cloth or Paper?
If you’re like me, you knew from the very start that you would use cloth diapers. Even though your mom could not understand why you would revert to such antiquated tactics and argued that what you saved in trash you wasted in water, you still could not commit to adding to the nasty refuse that piles up endlessly on land and sea. I explained to my mother: we’re not talking about folding cloths like origami napkins and pinning them on with ginormous safety pins (ouch!). Nowadays, they come with snaps and covers and liners and pretty colors and various fancy means for making the option easier. And, hey, I have a washer and dryer in my house, a blessing that needs to be gratefully returned to planet earth.
It was not long before reality set in. First I realized, I am not taking my daughter to town in cloth diapers. And, no, it is not because they look absolutely ridiculous on her like her butt is hugely disproportionate to her body; I am not that superficial. But what would I do with the dirty cloth diaper? Carry it around with me until we got home? Kinda gross. Leave it in a plastic bag in the car? Ew, not in the hot New Mexico summer. So, paper to town. Then we realized that she woke up more at night when she slept in a cloth diaper because she felt wetter sooner. Well, anything for sleep, it was paper to bed.
Once she started eating solids, cloth diapers became a war of man vs. sticky poop. The splishing and splashing, the dunking and maneuvering, all attempts to get that poop off the diaper and into the toilet water without, goddess forbid, getting any on us. Romanticism destroyed, I continue to use cloth diapers (during the day at home, which is where we are most of the time anyway) and would do it all over again. Less garbage, more money. Cloth just gives me the warm fuzzies.
How about you? Cloth or Paper?
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By moo, February 22, 2009 @ 10:43 pm
(almost) always listen to your mother