Yes, it’s true. I have temporarily stopped using cloth diapers.
*Cue sad music*
As long as we’re living with my mom, we will be using Pampers. Our beloved BumGenius diapers are packed away in storage. Sitting in a plastic crate where their cuteness will go unappreciated.
Why the hiatus from cloth?
Well, my mom doesn’t own a washing machine.
Whaaaat? I know, right?!?
It broke when I was about 18, and coincidentally, that’s the time our teeny tiny town opened up its very own laundramat with … I don’t know what it’s called … full service? Where they wash, dry, and fold your clothes for you? Niiiiice, right?
We started using that, and it was so convenient that Mom’s never looked back. Sending the laundry out saved majorly on power and water (since she’s on a well, that’s a big factor). Up until we moved in last week, she’s lived alone for years, and sends in maybe one basket a week.
But … no washing machine here = no cloth diapers here.
It also means I drag all our laundry over to my in-laws’ place and use their beautiful front-loading washer and dryer
because I can’t bring myself to pay someone to do my laundry.
It’s been just over a week now, and it’s going fine. I guess. I just really, really, REALLY prefer cloth. Disposables are just sort of nasty when you’re not used to them, because they’re so thin and kind of ratty-looking. I miss the cuteness of Baby Boy running around in a bright green or bright blue cloth diaper. I miss seeing it peek out from the waistband of his shorts.
Of course, I don’t miss scraping pooey diapers out, so … I’d say it’s going OK.