Neener neener neener

I have always, always been stubborn. I like to accomplish things myself, figure things out on my own, and I LOVE being right. In fact I kind of have to be right, I don't think there's anything that makes me madder than when I'm wrong. This particular attribute of mine has been both a blessing and a curse.  A little to much pride can be a hindrance and there are probably people out there that think I am arrogant and well, I guess I can deal with that. Anyone that truly knows me knows that you have to have a certain amount of self confidence to be arrogant and I most certainly am not at that level. I only speak up when I know without a doubt in my mind that I am right about something. So right that I am willing to bet on it. In fact to this very day my husband owes me $1,995,000 because I am so right. I like to bask in the splendor of my rightness from time to time. I know gloating is one of those nasty things you aren't supposed to do (a sin, in other words), but it just feels so darn good to be right!

While being right is just about the most awesome things there is, I have, on occasion (gasp!) been wrong. I have been battling with my cloth diapers for almost 9 months now. I followed all the rules, did everything the cloth diaper company told me to do, searched forums, tried everything, and I still haven't com up with a laundry solution. I either have rash problems or ammonia problems. Well, when we were visiting my husband's family for Christmas his mother suggested that I use Borax. Now any woman know that no matter how sweet and helpful and kind your mother-in-law is, she is still your mother-in-law. If there is anyone in the whole world you want to be more right than it is your mother-in-law. There is some innate drive within woman than pushes her to compete with her mother-in-law. This instinct combined with my dogged determination told me to completely disregard the Borax comment and continue spending money on alternatives. Well after 6 months of being stubborn I have to say (big swallow), "Bev, you were right."

Now you will have to excuse me as I slink away and sulk for a while.