BH and this dream woke me up and I couldn't turn my brain off so I got up to write.
I had a dream last night that I was buying cloth diapers. In the dream I was so happy with them. They were wool and embroidered, so cute and soft. I woke up smiling and immediately went online to search diaperpin.com. I think I have hit rock bottom. I am ready to admit it. Please bear with me.
My name is Hadleychick and I have a problem. I am a cloth diaper addict.
It is starting to affect everything I do. I can't go a whole day without thinking about them. Sometimes I get up at night just to touch them, arrange them, and make sure they are clean and organized.
I think it started in grade school. I have fond memories of playing with my Barbie dolls with my sisters. I didn't realize it then but doll clothes were my gateway to diapering. The little snaps and velcro tabs gave way to greater problems. All moms of little girls should be warned about this innocent seeming pastime. If your daughter seems unduly interested in her dolls and spends hours dressing and undressing them, sewing doll clothes, or arranging her stash of little evening dresses and bathing suits and heels. Be forwarned. Be proactive. Sit down and talk to her then. Maybe if my mom had had the talk with me I wouldn't be here. But, she didn't and I am.
Now I have so many. All those different colors and fabrics and styles. They make me so happy for a little while. Just stacking those prefolds into the drawer or onto the changing table makes me feel so good, for a little while. Then I hear about a new way to diaper and I am depressed that I can't try it right away.
It is starting to affect my family. My husband keeps giving me funny looks when I bring home yet another diaper. I put off playing with my son sometimes so I can look at diapers. I want my child to be born early just so it will fit into those soft fleecy small Fuzzibunz. That is how deep this illness goes.
I am ashamed to admit it but I even buy used diapers. I scour craigslist for them. I pick them up from freecycle. Like a skid row smoker rolling other people's used butts into new smokes I have built up my stash from other people's cast offs.
Before I found this group I had given up hope that there are others like me. But now I realize so many of you have fallen victim to this addiction.
I had a dream last night that I was buying cloth diapers. In the dream I was so happy with them. They were wool and embroidered, so cute and soft. I woke up smiling and immediately went online to search diaperpin.com. I think I have hit rock bottom. I am ready to admit it. Please bear with me.
My name is Hadleychick and I have a problem. I am a cloth diaper addict.
It is starting to affect everything I do. I can't go a whole day without thinking about them. Sometimes I get up at night just to touch them, arrange them, and make sure they are clean and organized.
I think it started in grade school. I have fond memories of playing with my Barbie dolls with my sisters. I didn't realize it then but doll clothes were my gateway to diapering. The little snaps and velcro tabs gave way to greater problems. All moms of little girls should be warned about this innocent seeming pastime. If your daughter seems unduly interested in her dolls and spends hours dressing and undressing them, sewing doll clothes, or arranging her stash of little evening dresses and bathing suits and heels. Be forwarned. Be proactive. Sit down and talk to her then. Maybe if my mom had had the talk with me I wouldn't be here. But, she didn't and I am.
Now I have so many. All those different colors and fabrics and styles. They make me so happy for a little while. Just stacking those prefolds into the drawer or onto the changing table makes me feel so good, for a little while. Then I hear about a new way to diaper and I am depressed that I can't try it right away.
It is starting to affect my family. My husband keeps giving me funny looks when I bring home yet another diaper. I put off playing with my son sometimes so I can look at diapers. I want my child to be born early just so it will fit into those soft fleecy small Fuzzibunz. That is how deep this illness goes.
I am ashamed to admit it but I even buy used diapers. I scour craigslist for them. I pick them up from freecycle. Like a skid row smoker rolling other people's used butts into new smokes I have built up my stash from other people's cast offs.
Before I found this group I had given up hope that there are others like me. But now I realize so many of you have fallen victim to this addiction.
Every time I bought a diaper for cuteness/curiosity factors rather than strictly utilitarian purposes, it backfired... the diaper would never work as well. That cured me of any potential addiction, 
