Elias wears a disposable diaper at night. He’s the only kid of mine that I haven’t been able to resolve nighttime issues with cloth.
It gets worse.
I only have 5 cloth diapers that still fit him. He goes through 6-8 a day. That means sometimes he wears a disposable diaper during the day. You see, I could make him more large diapers, but he’s supposed to be potty training. If I make him more diapers, it’s like admitting that I’m not potty training him. Yet buying disposables doesn’t. How’s that for logic.
I’m always afraid when I’m buying disposable diapers someone will recognize me and say “Hey, aren’t you that lady who sews cloth diapers?” and then they’ll see my cart. Then they’ll know.
It gets worse. Knut and I don’t have a perfect marriage. It’s not like I ever said we did, and I for one think we’ve put the work into the marriage that we have. Sure, we love each other, and I think he’s the coolest man in the world. We still fight. About a month ago, we had a doozy. It got as bad as yelling, and maybe some name calling, and pretty much mean. It was about ice cream. I am not proud. It’s still kind of fresh, so if you see either of us, we’re not ready to joke about it for another year or so. Who knew ice cream could reveal so many issues below the surface.
There’s more.
I haven’t held totally to my “no t.v. for the kids all summer” goal. It’s not what it used to be. The kids don’t watch t.v. everyday anymore, and often only for an hour or less when they do. Maybe a total of 2-3 hours a week max. I know that’s not bad, but when my goal was zero…
I sometimes get desperate for moments of quiet. Other times someone calls me on the phone and I really need to talk to them for a few minutes without interruption. Everytime I pay for it with cranky kids. If Knut and I didn’t like watching movies together once or twice a week when the kids are in bed, we probably wouldn’t have it.
As well as I’m clearing my conscience, I’ve been listening to Weezer
Lastly, I like Kentucky Fried Chicken. Fake potatoes and all.
annalise + andrew says
August 13, 2011 at 2:14 pmGretchen! This just made my morning!! :o) HaHA!!
Welcome to the “I’m not perfect and I’m PROUD of it!” club! :o)
www.theevolvinghomemaker.com says
August 13, 2011 at 3:32 pmi was on a conference call for mama’s this week with a life coach, she said, “….and that’s ok.” it has been my mantra all week as my kids watched too much t.v. to get ready for their cousin to come and focusing on my blog and playing by themselves more than i would like and no reading time…sigh. “and that is ok.”
🙂
jen
Mom says
August 13, 2011 at 4:24 pmWhew! And here I thought you were perfect all these years!!!
Jessica says
August 13, 2011 at 4:50 pmLoved this post- for some reason(which makes no sense) I have always been under the impression that people who have working marriages have no fights or problems or arguments. It’s encouraging and enlightening.
Penny says
August 14, 2011 at 12:05 amI like KFC too. Especially popcorn chicken, and their biscuits! 😉
Katy says
August 14, 2011 at 12:31 amI read all these awesome mom/homemaker-blogs (awesome like you!) and often find myself feeling like crap because I am not very good at any of this stuff. It’s nice to know even the awesome women have stuff they want to work on and are still awesome.
I do disposables under cloth at night for my daughter. It sort of helps and I feel less like a cloth diaper failure.
Anonymous says
August 14, 2011 at 1:02 amThanks for sharing Gretchen. I think too often we think we’re the only ones who don’t have it together, when really, everyone has struggles. I think the more kids we have the more I use disposables. I’m just plain tired. And my diapers are falling apart after two kids (they’re not yours) and I’m going to try to make them last through three, but we’ll see. Have a great weekend.
~Heather Krupa
P.S. I have always like fake potatoes over real ones any day. Especially KFC’s!
Melissa says
August 14, 2011 at 1:18 amI love your honesty, Gretchen. You and I have had this conversation before and you were so helpful to me!