My Thirsties detergent came on Monday. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE it. Totally would marry it. If it weren't, you know, detergent.
On Monday afternoon, the wee one and I enter the house to the smell of ... poop. My whole house smelled like poop. So I gathered every single wetbag and dirty diaper in the house and trudged downstairs to do diaper laundry. I did a prewash with the Pre-wash. I did a hot wash with the Super-wash. I even managed to get a rinse in, before crashing into bed with my angel.
That was the night she didn't sleep. I slept late, shoved her into mom's arms with an "I'll call you later" and ran through my day. Tuesday evening I was just done. My mom put me into bed and I slept, so we ended up spending the night there.
Meaning ... wet diapers sat in the washer all day.
Wednesday morning, after my shower, I re-washed the diapers. And by re-washed, I mean ... I did a prewash with the Pre-wash, I did a hot wash with the Super-wash. Didn't have time to wait for the spin and turn on a rinse before the dash to work.
God love my mother. She had heard me mention that the diapers had not been dried. She did not, however, know that I had re-washed them. So she did. And by re-washed, I mean ... she did a prewash wirh the Pre-wash, and a hot wash with the Super-wash, and a rinse.
And they did make it into the dryer.
And they are REALLY clean.
I will say, the bamboo velour fitteds I have, are softer than they have been in a while. I'm waiting until she comes home from daycare today to announce the rash totally gone, but I really think this detergent and I are about to start a long term relationship. I haven't been in one of those in ... a long time.