Hibernate Blog

Every once in a while I am reminded of how imperfect I am, and no, this is not a post about mama guilt. We downsized to one car, committed to Saturday trips to the Farmer’s Market, actively recycle and switched out many of our light bulbs, all of which made us feel as if we were making a statement that we care about the earth. However, the big thing we haven’t done has haunted me this trip.

Disposable diapers.

Yup, I use them, Huggies Natural Fit to be exact. I lined the inside of my suitcase with them in preparation of a week away from home. I felt downright smug to have been so prepared (Discovering I forgot both my toothbrush and toothpaste tempered my smugness, but still…). At the booth I happily unpacked for the first diaper change and then quickly realized that our aisle mates, the booth actually abutting ours and, more specifically, the area designated for Fin and all of her accompanying paraphernalia, was in fact a reusable cloth diaper company.

Yay guilt and mortification.

I have been meekly and silently changing each Huggies diaper, my face red with shame. Perhaps this should be the signal that I ought to explore cloth, but really, I don’t want to. Now, the question is, should I approach this the way I would a child, “I know you may not want to, but you have to at least try,” or should I let myself decide on my own?

I don’t know about the diapers, but I will leave a note for the staff at the Renaissance not to swap my towels tomorrow.