This truly could be a whole series of posts.
However, I'd like to share one humiliating story with you.
I finally bought a diaper sprayer for my cloth dipes. It's really a mini bidet which I think it a little amusing. I just HAD to have it....I felt that it would make getting the reallllyyy lovely poops off into the toilet MUCH easier.
My dad finally hooked it up for me after days of it taking residence on the kitchen table.
Days later, when I finally needed to use it, I turn on the knob that releases the pressure so that you get water, positioned the diaper over the toilet and ever so carefully pressed the spray nozzle
spraying. myself. in. the. face.
I stood there, confounded, soaking wet and started to
laugh uncontrollably. Noah comes running into the bathroom to see mommy with a poopy diaper in hand, laughing hysterically on the floor- on the verge of tears.
I was holding the nozzle upside down.
Sometimes we just have to laugh at ourselves.
Yes, that's it.
