Today is Poo Day. My most hated of days and probably the most disliked day for most cloth nappy users. Actually, now I think about it,most days are poo days in this home, where one child is forever on antibiotics and number 2s are frequent, to say the very least. At least she’s regular. Regularly defouling my nappy stash! A good argument for toilet training is Poo Day.
Now, I’m not sure how other MCN mums do it but for me, it’s a put - it - off - until - you - absolutely - have - to kind of thing. The non poo nappies usually just go in with the regular wash or go in as a wee only wash but the poo nappies go in a bucket until I can face them…or until the smell coming out of my laundry gets too funky. Don’t get me wrong people, I do wash them every few days, I’m not that gross!
Anyway, today is the day and it seems that for every pooey nappy I clean and load into the machine, Ivy pumps out one more to counteract my productivity.
Of course, every MCN user has some tools of the trade. There is the poo stick; not to be confused with the wooden spoon (eww), used to scrape the offensive pat into the toilet, it’s a cloth nappy mum’s best friend (or worst enemy, depends on how you look at it, I guess). There are the buckets - used to store the soiled nappy until poo day, then there are gloves (for those who worry) and soap (for those who don’t). Some mums have a thing called a ‘little squirt’ which is a spray hose thing that attaches to the toilet to spray the poo off and into the bowl. I couldn’t bring myself to buy one with visions of my two spraying loo water all around the laundry. Who knows what they might have done!
Gross, I can hear you all whispering, how can she do that? Wouldn’t it be easier to wrap it all up into a disposable and throw the whole lot out, especially with two little monkies pumping out effluent? Yes, quite frankly, it would and I have BTDT for the first nine months of their lives but variety is the spice of life and why not add something else to the mix to give me a whole lot of curry?
It all started because our ’sposie’ just wasn’t holding overnight, we were getting all sorts of disgusting blowouts and it was causing Ivy to have nappy rash too. After that, it was for the cuteness factor. I love a squishy round clothed bum! Alas, it has become a bit of an obsession. It’s the colours and the different types of textiles that can be used that gets me in. They kind of become like some weird collectors item, some of them, prizes, almost. The harder to get ones, at least. (Insert Homer Simpson drool here). Also, there is just something about a clean pile of nappies that makes me feel like the ultimate mother. (I know, I am a very sad person, with no life).
Anyway, Poo Day Thursday is now almost done. (Thank goodness) The second last load has gone through and I am starting to assemble the dry ones, ready to be warn by Poopeye and Pooperella once again. Ahhh Poo Day. It’s enough to give anyone the s****!