I Hate Disposable Diapers

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I’ve been refusing to talk about our diapering situation, but I just can’t stand it any longer. I hate disposable diapers with the fire of a thousand suns. Seriously, these things suck ass.

Most of my friends know that I’m a cloth diaper user, I love cloth diapers for so many reasons. The environment, the cost, the health benefits, and because they’re just plain cute. Unfortunately our sudden move has forced me into the evil world of disposable diapers. And I’m not happy about it. First the move left me without a washer or dryer for a few days, then we found out that the dryer had died during the move, the washer had developed a nasty leak, and it didn’t really matter anyway because the hot water heater stopped working. Added to Dearest’s job loss, we had to make our trips to the laundry mat stretch thin. Especially since it cost nearly $2 to wash and another $1.50 to dry each load. My beloved cloth diapers had to be put aside for a while.

That while ended up being permanent when the bag I had stored all of the diapers in got mistaken for trash and taken out to the curb, leaving me stranded without my diapers. Since Ebay refuses to allow people to sell second hand diapers anymore, and buying an entire new stash costs more than we can afford right now, and since my sewing machine needs to be serviced something badly … I’m stuck with the disposable ones.

Can i list all the ways I hate these things? First there’s the trash. They sit there, stinking up the place, adding more waste to my trashcan, and making me shudder with each change at how they’ll sit in some landfill polluting the earth for the next thousand years. Then there’s the cost of having to run to the store every week to buy a new pack. It cuts into our weekly budget, one that is already pitifully low. I can’t save for new cloth diapers or save to get my sewing machine fixed to sew some because I have to shell out money each week buying the diapers.

Everything about these diapers makes me cringe. The plastic rattle against Trey’s pants, the rip of the sticky tabs changing them, the little crystals sitting in there in the morning. The way Trey has no idea that he’s wet because they absorb so much making potty training come to a complete halt. And I keep having flashbacks to the nightmare we had with disposable diapers when Evan was little that caused our switch in the first place (that’s another long story, remind me to share it sometime).

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