When I broached the topic of cloth dipers with my husband, he got this ill look on his face and I knew what he was thinking -- 'Great. More laundry. Are you nuts?'
My husband HATES doing laundry. He HATES Sundays, aka Laundry Day, because he just has this thing against doing the laundry. A few months ago I got sick of his attitude, so I told him I'd take care of the laundry. "Don't you hate it?" he asked. "No. It's just a fact of life. You wear clothes. You wash clothes. It has to get done. Like doing the dishes and taking out the garbage. No use whining about it because it HAS to get done."
And that's my attitude about washing Spike-o's CPFs and covers. Sure, we have a few more loads to do during the week, but how much work is it REALLY? The machines do all the work. What I do is nada compared to what moms in the past did to get their kids' diapers clean.
And, yeah, I'll admit that the first time I washed a poopy CPF and got it out of the wash clean, I did feel a small flush of pride. Yup, my life is that shallow. But I'd only been a mom for a few days, was still overcoming jet lag and overcoming a jet-lagged kiddo and felt all-around absolutely incompetent. Oh well.