The Day Mom Reached Her Limit
The most legendary moment came on a Thursday—the day my mom finally had enough. She had just finished rinsing a particularly offensive diaper. Exhausted, she stared at that soggy piece of fabric like it had personally insulted her entire family line.
Without a word, she marched outside and dropped it straight into the backyard fire pit.
My dad watched in stunned silence, sandwich halfway to his mouth.
That night, she made her declaration:
“From now on, I’m done rinsing cloth diapers. Either we switch to disposables, or the next thing getting rinsed is YOU.”
My dad didn’t hesitate.
“Yes, dear. Disposables. Immediately.”
