five minute friday: dance

DANCE

GO

After reading a green blog about saving the planet through parenting, I thought that I could try it. I have a box of 50 or so flat nappies and I could totally give it a go. I searched on youtube on how to fold a flat nappy, my heart danced. I am the origami drop out. If I can fold a flat nappy, it's a good start.

I took Luke to the change table and prepared the flat nappy once again. I danced. I sang, "you make me feel like dancin'"...

Luke was dancing too. He loves 'Nappy Off' time. His legs were swaying in the air and he was singing along too.

But then the setback. My dance didn't stop. It changed. It was no longer a happy-dance. It was an angry-dance. In Indonesian, the word sebel would be how I describe it. In fact, this dance I was doing was making me break out in a sweat. An angry, frustrated and anxious sweat.

I blame it on K-Mart and their $2 safety pins. Inside the pin I danced the needle around. It wouldn't budge. I used all of my muscle on my still sore wrists to manipulate the needle to get it out.

Then I danced again. The painful dance. The 'it-bit-my-finger' dance.

As I finally got the nappy on, I felt a sigh of relief. Only to know later the 'hot-water-stinging-my-fingers-while-I-wash-fresh-poo-out-of-this-piece-of-cloth' dance.

STOP