So they’ve been on my mind for weeks. Diapers. And not just because I’m changing them more often than I check my email.
It’s the changing them and then putting them in the diaper pail where they form a conveniently packed cellophane tube that I then heave into the trash bin that’s got me thinking. That’s a lot of waste.
I recycle paper, plastic, glass and aluminum, tote reusable grocery bags, go “paperless” billing, leave lights off more than on, keep my small kitchen appliances unplugged, only flush every few visits to the bathroom (it’s not gross if you’re home alone!), try to burn as little gasoline as possible, eat home grown veggies, abstain from overfished menu items, and welcome lizards as natural pest control.
|Except for my diapers!|
So why on God’s green earth am I throwing away a toddler-sized sack of diapers twice a week?
Before this baby was born I was one hundred percent sold on using cloth diapers. And then the horror stories started to pour in. Friends and family alike had me conjuring up mental images of puddles of leaking pee-pee, sweaty plastic pants, scraping number twos into the toilet, and toting baggies of stinky cotton everywhere I go. So before I even got started, I threw in the, err, diaper.
I know it’s the right thing to do. I’m just having a hard time getting excited about actually doing it. My laundry piles have already grown substantially. My baby doesn’t just dirty his own clothes, he dirties ours too! Can I handle washing loads of diapers on top of all the new responsibilities I've taken on lately?
I know it would be greener. I’m just not sure if I’m ready.