Thank you, Crystal, for helping me find my new best friend.
Get this: my friend scrubs my clothes for me. All I do is rinse and spray and then wash. It's just that simple and my clothes come out looking good as new. No scrubbing involved...but I kind of feel inclined to rinse of the majority of the mess before tossing the offending item in with the rest of my laundry. Yuck!
Not that I'm not a huge fan of scrubbing poopy clothes, but I'm kinda not a huge fan.
Rachel, in two days, went through 7 onesies before I finally let her go naked (well, diapered). And that doesn't include all the blowouts that have involved my clothes, or her blankets. When she gets her poop face on, I have started to unsnap her clothes, pull them up to her arm pits and make her stand up until she is finished. Then I immediately change her diaper or risk getting smeared myself.
I don't mind scrubbing poopy clothes, really, but I can't do it all day long. I have a whole list of things to do.
My time is worth more than that to me. I can work for an hour and earn ten bucks, or I can scrub clothes for an hour and, yes, I'll have clean clothes, but I also will have chaffed hands and will have used up a lot more dish soap than is reasonable.
Or, I can spend less than 15 cents an ounce to have Spray and Wash scrub for me. I didn't use to think that an ounce was very much but truthfully an ounce is quite a bit. I don't think I even used an ounce today and I cleaned one of my shirts, 5 of Rachel's onesies, a spit up cloth, and a blanket--all in under 5 minutes.
I really don't know what is in this stuff, but it works amazingly well. One stain, two stains. Red stains, blue stains. Old stains, new stains. I feel like I could write a book, I am that passionate about it. Oh, and it also works equally well on whites and colors.
Blowouts are suddenly seeming a whole lot less depressing. (Not lazy, Crystal, ingenious!)