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Ever since we finished that first package of plastic nappies (the hospital insisted we buy and use them) we've been a family with a cloth-bottomed baby. The nappies go out every day, and in those fifteen months, I have put the nappies into the machine maybe enough times to count on the fingers of one hand.
It began with a discussion about the division of labour pre-arrival, was reinforced by my inability to even sit up unassisted, let alone get down the stairs of our townhouse to the laundry in those first weeks (and then the enormity of attempting to lug a basket of washing down to the line without my two pieces of stomach ripping apart like badly hemmed chiffon) and has settled into a habit, part of our household routines.

It has ripple effects.
Like the box of new detergent sitting on the windowsill this evening. The one I didn't buy.

We are still a ways from perfect, from splitting things evenly down the middle. Even down the middle, given the strictures of an outside world and work imposing its schedule. But two years ago washing was something that happened... maybe. Maybe once a week. Never for anybody else. So that cardboard box is hopeful, to me. It's a sign of what has changed, what can change.
We're still a ways off perfect, but we reach for it anyway.

Date: 2009-08-27 05:44 am (UTC)
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Yes, I too want a "like" button!

Lovely to hear.

Date: 2009-08-30 12:52 am (UTC)
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