Bring on the 'Dozers!
That’s right, I just took all my soaps, shampoos, hair products, and deodorant – not to mention household cleaning supplies – out to the garage, their final pit stop on the way to the dump. What, you might ask, am I using instead? Baking soda. Yep, you heard me, baking soda. Oh, and vinegar, olive oil, coconut oil, herbs from my garden, and colloidal oatmeal (ground in a coffee grinder for those of you who always wondered what colloidal meant – as I did until just this week when I began making it myself). Supposedly baking soda and vinegar would have been enough, but I had to replace all my feel-good/taking-care-of-myself (cancer causing) toiletries with something!
All this from a woman who (I cringe from the shame of it) has still been using disposable diapers. And what happened to bring on this tsunami of change? It was as small as a tube of children’s toothpaste, my friends. Before the occurrence, I was sort of greenish: I mostly bought organic food, I joined an organic co-op, I recycled, I tried to conserve, but basically, I believed that it wasn’t that bad out there in consumer-land. Don’t ask me how I kept my head in the sand for as long as I did. When it comes to my kids though, I can get crystal clear vision pretty fast – and it tastes just like chemical sweetener.
I posted about our camping trip just recently, and that’s where my awakening happened. We were getting ready to go into Savannah our second morning camping and I went to the bathroom by myself (yay for me!) to do my hair or something, I can’t remember now, and brush my teeth. When I got there, I realized I didn’t have my toothpaste. As I was digging through the bag looking for my toothbrush, I found the kids’ toothpaste. “Ah hah!” said I, and proceeded to begin brushing my teeth with it.
The second I tasted it I knew something was wrong. When I checked the ingredients, there it was – saccharin in my children’s toothpaste. There are not words to describe how pissed off I was. Saccharin in the toothpaste that my children swallow every day. While I’m worrying myself sick about what’s in their food and whether this one or that one is about to need stitches from the latest acrobatic (or not) feat, I’m tenderly poisoning them with lotions, soaps, shampoos, and toothpaste. And now diapers, too! (Which I now know thanks to my friend Natallia and my new friend Jeff.)
“What’s that white film all over the sink?” my husband asked me when he came home.
“Umm, baking soda.”
“So we’re cleaning our dishes, our laundry, our countertops, and our bodies with baking soda?”
“And what are we supposed to use for deodorant?”
“Umm, baking soda.”
He’s been reduced to sighing a lot, shaking his head, and wondering why his life gets ever more complicated the longer he knows me.