So my VT called this morning just as I was walking out the door and apologized profusely for missing our appointment. She said she was so embarrased...she hadn't even looked at the calendar this week, and was thinking it was next week. She asked if I remembered, and I said I did, and she told me I could call her and remind her anytime if it ever happened again. I *felt* like it was probably just a slip and she totally didn't remember. And I even considered calling her, but felt uncomfortable with the idea. Anyway, I know she wanted to come, and now I feel a bit guilty about venting about it before even talking to her first.
Alisa, about the other board and ex-mormon stuff. Boy oh boy. Years ago when I had a sloooowwww job, I used to hang out at an LDS board, which was at least half populated by non-members or ex-members. The discussions there were just...well, let's put it this way: After several months of participating in the discussions, even when trying to do my best at explaining things with my own point of view and testimony, I *HAD* to just leave, and be completely done with it, because it was so destructive to my faith and having the Spirit nearby. It really just opened a huge can of worms inside my head, and I started questioning things I really should have just left alone. So I just avoid any similar topics nowdays, so I don't go down that path again.
About diapers: I have to again admit that I've fairly new to the natural living scene, and am still making changes in my life. I had no second thoughts about using disposable diapers with my first child. And also with my second child, at first, despite having heard of options about cloth diapering. It wasn't until our diaper pail broke and I started putting both their diapers in plastic grocery bags that things just hit me - DH had gotten behind on taking the trash out, and there I was, with only 2 kids in diapers, and my hallway was lined with 4 plastic bags, completely stuffed to the brim with plastic diapers, and I looked at it, and just when "OH MY GOSH. What am I *doing*?" All of that was going to the dump, and going to sit there for who knows how long, all from me and my TWO children. I had considered the idea of cloth before, but never looked into it much because I was comfortable, but that was the catalyst for me really starting to change. Before that, I had always been of the mind set that recycling and stuff "didn't really matter" because the second coming would come soon enough, and the earth would be renewed anyway.
: I didn't need to worry about the earth's condition 200+ years from now!
But now I've changed my view on things - just like I want to take care of my body, keep it clean and pure and working at its best, because it is God's gift to me, and sacred, the same should apply to the earth - I should try harder to take care of it and keep it clean. And besides, I dont' really know how long it needs to last, anyway.
I guess that's less about diapers and more about environmentalism...but still applicable, I guess. For me, the decision to go ahead with cloth diapers came down to eliminating such a huge source of waste in my family, and also saving a bit of money overall.
My home is generally a wreck!!
DH helps out a ton. I'm not a great housekeeper at all (I learned a lot of bad habits from my mom, but even still, that's not really an excuse...) and so basically DH has an equal share of the load. I generally take care of the laundry, although DH frequently helps me fold when I'm doing a lot at once. DH does at least half of the kitchen cleaning - we're both bad about stacking dishes up instead of putting them right into the dishwasher, so we take equal responsibility in the mess
We both do general pick up/vaccuming, but I do a little bit more than he does.
Basically, my view to rationalize all this is that it's my job to care for and entertain the kids during the day, and his job to earn money at his job, and the house is both our responsibility. Now, if we had a house and not an apartment, and he had to do work to maintain it (like plumbing, drywall, etc) then I might change that a little bit and work harder to shift the household chores a little further to my side of the scale to make up for the maintenance he would be doing during his non-working hours.
He's not always thrilled to help me, but knows me well enough to realize that if he doesn't help, I'll just wait until I'm good and ready to get going. If he does help, it goes faster and gets done earlier, and everyone is happier!