Saturday night. The Diaper Genie is full. Again.
Didn't I just empty it this morning? Uggh.
This cycle repeats itself with great frequency in the newborn days. We had cloth diapers that we had been given, but with out first baby, we were more in survival mode than save-the-planet mode. Plus, we had been given disposables that we didn't want to waste.
Those disposables that we didn't "want to waste" became the real reason that we now cloth diaper pretty much exclusively.
I can still feel it when people ask me why I cloth diaper. Its the weight of the waste in those stupid expensive custom-made for the genie trash bags cutting off the circulation in my fingers as I fiddle with my keys to go through our garage to get to the curbside trash can. I hear the garage door screeching up while the I adjust my grip on the carp sized tube of poopy plastic diapers. When I open the lid to the rolly curb can, I see that it is nearly full. I hoist the crap carp into the can and close the lid quickly.
There -- that moment, the pressure in the bursa sac. That's it. The pressure dissipated without long term injury to my shoulder, but those dirty disposable diapers will outlive the Tuesday morning trash pickup by 500 years.
Come by Toasty Baby for a quick chat or a Cloth Diapering 101 Class and I'll tell you about the reasons you will want to cloth diaper. We've got a list of benefits and facts about the environment, health, fashion, and money.
But you should know -- I'll be thinking about my shoulder.