Where did my diapers go!?

I have found that there is a magical place, like the place where those missing socks go, but this place is for cloth diapers.

I wash my diapers and while folding I do a mental count...8 here, one in the dirty bag, two in the diaper bag, one on the butt...12...got em all... Well...that's how it was going until a few days ago. Sunday night, I washed a load of diapers. Mason had just fell asleep, so I lay him down in his bed and run down to grab the clean diapers...to fold, and put away. I toss the clean diapers onto Mason's floor, in the dark, to start stuffing and folding. I sit down, and generally toss inserts to the left and covers to the right. One cover, one insert, fold, stack...repeat. I get to the end and fold my cloth wipes and load the diapers and inserts into their respective totes on the changing table. I count as I put them away...

I have 12 covers, and 36 inserts total
6 covers in the laundry...missing 6
1 on Mason (still sleeping soundly)
1 in the diaper bag
2 in the dirty bucket...missing 2....?

I search my daycare diaper bag...none...
I call daycare....none...
I ask dad (Pretending he actually changes a dirty diaper...lol)...none

I start to panic....

I search high and low, check the washer/dryer, my car, dads car...nothing
On a whim I search my laundry, dads laundry (why does their laundry stink so bad?), Mason's laundry...nothing...where are my (Mason's) diapers!

I give up...I figure they'd turn up...like that lost sock...

A few days later they still haven't turned up...two bright green diapers, my favorite! I start to wonder if the dog drug them off someplace...eew...

That night, we get a phone call from Jon's brother. He says something to the effect "those diapers you use are pretty neat!" (he has 2 boys ages 4&8) "We never had disposables like that when our boys were little"

My jaw dropped...What!? He threw 2 of my diapers away while watching Mason!

With out thinking I knew I needed to go dumpster diving to find my diaper! I get all geared up (rubber gloves, boots, jacket...it was raining...it was going to be messy), I walk out the door looking like I am ready for a mud fight. I begin to wish I had a gas mask of some sort when I open the garbage can. It's empty! It's Wednesday! It's garbage day! NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (I may have yelled a profanity here) I missed it, my perfect diaper, gone!

I admit I may have welled up over my missing diapers.

I can just picture them, neon yellow, laying on a pile of garbage...waiting to be used, and used, and used, lying there...right next to my white Nike sock.

There is no magical place...no magical place for my cloth diaper to be found again...

Moral of the story: TELL ALL THE UNOBSERVANT PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE THAT YOUR DIAPERS ARE NOT DISPOSABLE! MEN.... ugh....