He’d said this to me for years – in fact, in an email I received from him a week after I met him, he extolled how much he loved the fact that I put an effort into looking nice. But this time, reading it, I took it as an accusation – as in, “I would appreciate it if you would put an effort into your appearance, but you don’t because you’re fat, ugly, frumpy, limp.”
When I was pregnant with Scott, Gregg and I made the decision that I would quit my full time job once he was born. With that decision made, it only made good stewardship sense for us to use cloth diapers. I personally couldn’t see the waste in money and earthly resources associated with disposable diapers if I would be free to do an extra daily load of laundry.