Do you ever catch yourself telling moms that cloth diapers are addictive? Then, you realize what you just said and wonder who overheard you?
I do this often. Actually, now I’ve learned to say it a bit more incognito.
But, it is true! It doesn’t take long for the cloth diaper bug to bite.
You order your first cloth diapers, they come in and you wonder how the heck to use them, you put it on your baby and …. what’s that… yes, you are falling in love with the fluffy cute bottom. It’s almost impossible to ignore the siren’s call. “Buy more cloth diapers.”
You’re pretty sure you’ve lost your mind when you wake up in the middle of the night after dreaming of your next purchase.
I have now been cloth diapering for almost 7 years and although the addiction wanes at times, it never really goes away. There is always a launch to tempt you away from your content state.
Sometimes the obsession is valid. If your baby has a reaction to your current diapers or grows out of them it is your duty to search high and low for the perfect cloth diaper.
There you have it. I’ve given you freedom to release the guilt of buying another diaper (said in the questioning tone of a loving spouse) because it is your duty.
Below is a reprint of a post published exactly 2 years ago today. I can not believe that I sold those perfect diapers seen below. Dummy, I am.
Now be a good mommy and do your duty.
Originally published August 2, 2010 as Emotionally Attached to Cloth Diapers?
Who in the world would get attached to a cloth diaper?! Not me.
Okay, so maybe one time I had a teeny little obsession but I matured past that.
And now I may have reverted just a little bit. But, it’s not my fault! It’s completely the fault of Goodmama diapers. I was doing just fine with my very plain stash for Sterling. Then, I began buying cloth diapers for the new baby.
They’re all cute, don’t get me wrong. How could a minuscule diaper not be? But, Goodmama Newborns are beyond delicious. I’m not exaggerating. Ask my kids (they won’t stop stealing them!) or my friend Grateful for Grace.
She came over one day to let our dogs out and her eyes beheld the beauties tossed like rags in the lounge chair. I wouldn’t normally toss them around like rags but they came in the day we left for a weekend conference. I barely had time to ogle them.
All squishiness and cuteness aside, it doesn’t really matter if they don’t work well, right? I’ll have to wait 4-5 months to test that out.
Before this episode though there was one other time that I just could not part with a diaper. It was one of Paisley’s. It was a terribly UNabsorbent diaper but the print is the most precious I’ve seen. It’s the softest cotton knit with tiny little bunnies on it. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever use the diaper again but I kept it for sentimental reasons.
Do you have a diaper that you’ve held on to? I’m sure not. Only I would suffer from this terrible disease ;)
*disclaimer: this post is about 50% written in jest. please don’t go on a shopping spree and blame me