I’ve always been fairly environmentally conscious. I recycle as much as I can. I try to walk to run errands whenever possible. I conserve electricity and gas to help both the earth and my budget. And when my daughter arrived, I had the best of intentions to cloth diaper. I really did.
As you might have guessed, it didn’t work out. I totally blame my husband. He was against it and quite vocal about his opposition even as I plowed ahead, buying cloth diapers and wipes. He was more concerned about adding to my laundry workload than saving the environment; he didn’t think I’d have the time, energy or desire to do extra loads of laundry. I used the cloth diapers for a couple of months—while my husband faithfully used disposables—until my daughter outgrew the sizes I had. Then, I just didn’t buy the next size. And so my short affair with cloth diapering ended.