Disposable items have made their way back into my house. One out of necessity and one out of convenience. When I was asked to help with Camden’s classroom Halloween party I signed up to bring plates and napkins. I brought them to the party only to find that another mother brought some and had them already opened. Now I could have saved the plates and stored them until Halloween next year, but hey, why not use them! At first I really enjoyed knowing that I was not going to have a sink full of dishes, but then as I saw so much waste in the trash can I instantly felt guilty. We’ve been using dishes instead of paper plates for years. I guess the initial convenience was nice, almost comforting, but then reality set in. I’m not helping, I’m part of the problem. Did you notice that they are Styrofoam too! How terrible of me! I should have paid more attention when I was purchasing the plates, but being the frugal mom that I am I purchased the least expensive item I saw available. Now the plates are gone, all used up and we are back to our dishes. It feels good to right my wrong.
My second disposable appearance?
Disposable diapers. I know. Are you mad at me? Well, hear me out first. Cutler is a silent pooper. I haven’t heard or smelled it for the last few weeks. That means that by the time I discovered a dirty diaper, the load had been in there for a bit. Just long enough to cause him some irritation. The only problem with using cloth diapers is that you cannot use traditional diaper rash creme. It causes the diaper to repel instead of absorbing moisture. They do make cloth diaper safe rash creme, I just don’t have any. So I had to go out and buy a package of disposable diapers.
As I entered the store I felt terrible. I thought people were looking at me, judging me. I know that’s not the case, they have no idea that I use cloth diapers and that now, with this purchase I am aiding in the pollution of our planet! UGH! I honestly felt like I had to keep my eyes down, not to make any eye contact for fear that they will see through to my heart. To feel the guilt that I felt. Wasn’t it visible? I left the store feeling like somehow I had failed. Failed to commit to my cloth diapering plan, failed to commit to improving my efforts to waste less.
After that first diaper change I thought, WOW, these are so easy! Just toss into the trash! Did you know that even with disposable diapers you are supposed to put waste in the toilet and not in the trash. It says so on the box. That human waste is not intended for landfills. I’m sure no one actually follows that advice though. The first few diaper changes were all too convenient. I felt that I could easily end back up in this rut. I call it a rut because I’ve done this flip flop thing before. Try cloth and go back to disposables. This is my longest cloth diapering experience. Almost 9 straight months! Then as the dirty diapers began piling up in the trash can I felt that familiar pang of guilt. I know what I must do. Ditch the disposables.
His butt is all healed up now. I have the remainder of the diaper package on standby in case it happens again. Unless someone out there has a tube of cloth diaper safe cream you’re not using, then please send it to me! So there you have it. I have been duped by disposables. I have once again fallen for their convenience, only to be flipped back by my on conscience. I know that when you don’t use disposable items you will have more work. Not much, but you will do more dishes and more laundry, but in the end it’s all worth it. I know that I have saved money that would have ultimately been thrown away, and for what? Because I was lazy? I didn’t feel like washing that extra dish or rinsing off another cloth diaper? I’m over it. The extra work is worth my peace of mind.
Have you been duped?