Prosaic Poppy 2005-2006

One of my worst...

…memories is having to change cloth diapers.

My mother used cloth diapers for my younger brothers and sister. I was eleven when the first one was born, so old enough to change diapers. This would have probably not been so bad had I been able to wad up the offensive object [the diaper not the baby] and throw it away.

However, because my mother used cloth diapers, and a stipulation of the diaper service is that you could not return diapers to them for sanitization with anything “solid” in them, when you changed a diaper you had to remove the solid stuff. This meant dunking the offensive object [again the diaper not the baby] into the toilet several times until said solid stuff was mostly gone.

Needless to say, I used disposable diapers for my children.

Today, I was brought back to that vividly horrible memory of cloth diaper dunking when my youngest soiled in her not so absorbent training panties.
So once again, I had to dunk said offensive object [the panties not my daughter] into the toilet to remove the solid stuff…the back of my throat still tastes sour.

I hate cloth diapers. I hate not so absorbent training panties. And most of all…I hate potty training.

Day 2 of Potty Training and the score is…

Kimi - 1
Mom - 0

posted by Kassi Gilbert @ 10:58 PM