Yesterday was not a good day. I came very close to giving up on the challenge. Brenna is cutting teeth again and isn't sleeping well, which means I don't sleep well. We increased Owen's meds again Monday night, so he was literally climbing the walls, running everywhere, and driving his siblings nuts again. Monday, I washed 11 diapers and 3 covers. The diapers were finally dry around 2:00pm Tuesday. The covers didn't dry until today. Tuesday, I washed 21 diapers. Almost twice as many as Monday. Only one cover though. Thanks to our rainy Pacific NW weather, the diapers I washed during the day Tuesday didn't dry enough to be used until this evening and the ones I washed last night are still wet.
Then there was the washing itself. Someone (who shall remain nameless) put a poopy diaper in the pail without rinsing it at all. We had olives with dinner. Enough said! At the nightime washing, someone else (who will also remain nameless) put a (rinsed out) poopy diaper in the pail of diapers I had just finished washing but hadn't wrung out yet. So I had to rewash the entire load.