My friends don’t believe me.
They laugh, roll their eyes, and swear I must be exaggerating.

But I’m not.

When I tell them about my childhood — specifically the horror known as cloth diaper duty — they’re convinced I made it up just to sound dramatic. They look at me like I’m describing something from the Middle Ages.But the truth?
My mom used to rinse dirty cloth diapers in the toilet, wring them out with her bare hands, and toss them into a diaper pail like it was just another Tuesday.

And trust me… that was only the beginning.

Back When Parenthood Was a Contact Sport
See, today’s parents have it easy.

They press a button, and a self-cleaning diaper pail practically salutes them. Diapers come scented like lavender fields and cloud-shaped marshmallows. Some even have little temperature-sensitive strips that change color.My mom?
She had a ceramic toilet, a pair of strong hands, and nerves forged in the fires of Mount Doom.