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By astrodiaper · Posted
I am the Night Shift worker that your diaper dealer warned you about. 😁😂 I think Di Giorno is on sale this week so I’m thinking that’s gonna be breakfast, because ain’t nobody delivering at 6 AM 😂😁. Of course I did my dishes here at the hotel so I’m gonna have to go back to the home first and put at least the drip tray and some of the oven attachments back in before I even think of that. -
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I bought a load of 50cm terry squares from the Nappy Lady here in the UK. I fold them into 3. They're made of quite thin terry so they dry quickly. -
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By Kitty Angel · Posted
129. My Last Minute Jitters I was up early on Friday morning. For a few seconds I groaned, and wondered why my circadian rhythm had chosen to wake me at this hour. But then all the realisation clicked in, and I knew exactly where the excitement was coming from. I had booked the day off work, and almost everything I’d done over the last six weeks had been building up to this moment. Today, I would see all my plans come to fruition. And once Ffrances agreed to marry me, I could shift my focus to the last few details that would hold our family together forever. To reminding Tess that her little side still needed care, and reinforcing her littlespace so that she wouldn’t have to come out of it. I rushed to get dressed, expecting that it would be quite some time before Tess was awake. Ffrances hadn’t stayed here last night, so we hadn’t done so much as a family, but I knew that she had been up quite late, and I’d been able to hear her talking to her friends on the phone when I called it a night. So I was surprised to come downstairs after my shower and find that she was already awake. She had a pack of diapers in her hands, the ugly medical ones. I wasn’t sure if they were new ones, or some of the ones that I had previously sabotaged in the hope that she would feel less inhibited about wearing the cute ones once she found that they were more effective. “Oh, you got new diapers?” I said, and started reminding her that I could buy more whenever she wanted, and there was really no need for her to get them herself. And that there was no shame in picking designs that she actually liked. There were nearly a hundred options on the market now, and I wanted her to know that I could get whichever ones she wanted. But she interrupted me pretty quickly to protest that she wasn’t a baby, and she felt like she had to keep on pretending to be an adult. I was always sad when I heard that, but I didn’t want to make her feel bad. She was already nervous enough. Besides which, I needed to be moving on. But we talked for a few minutes. I reminded her that I was getting Ffrances the comic book today, but that I thought that while we were both so happy in the evening, it could be a good opportunity for Tess to be a baby again. I knew she must need it; she would have been having accidents every night this week, and even a couple in the day. But the most I could get out of her was a ‘Maybe’ when I asked if she wanted to be little tonight. I just had to hope that it would work out well. But then she changed the subject, and she had something else to ask: “Remember what I said yesterday? About Spike coming to stay for a while? That won’t stop me being little, if that’s what you want.” I was sure that if I allowed that boy in the house, she would be a lot less comfortable in littlespace. Maybe that was what she needed; a chance to realise that she couldn’t do it with him in the way. But I knew that it would be a lot easier if she could just tell him that it wasn’t convenient to stay. So I promised that I would ask Ffrances when we met up, and I would let Tess know if it was okay. She agreed with that, and I rushed downstairs to start getting breakfast ready. I was still thinking about it as I sorted out a quick breakfast for both of us. I wasn’t sure if it would be best to text her an hour after I left the house, to tell her that Ffrances didn’t think it was safe. Or if it would be better to let her build up her hopes a little longer, so that the young stalker would start to get frustrated as she put him off. If he got angry before she had an answer, that would be a good way to show her that respecting adult guidance had helped her to dodge a bullet. “I can’t drive you to school today,” I said slowly. I probably could have dropped her off on the way to Greater Ashfields, but I didn’t want to be waiting for her, and “Will you be okay going by yourself? I know you try to act grown-up, but it must be hard after taking care of yourself for a whole week. You’re going to surprise yourself and have an accident as soon as a teacher asks where you’ve been. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” “I’ll be fine,” Tess said. “I’ve got everything planned, I know the bus timetable.” “That’s my girl. But just let me know if you need any help, okay? You’ll have a surprise accident when a teacher gives you the schoolwork you missed, too. I’ll be out with Ffrances, but if you have any more problems…” She tried to put on a brave face, told me that she would be fine. I had to admire her tenacity. Even going to school must be nerve-wracking, when she knew how frequent her accidents had become over the last week. But I couldn’t stay to comfort her, or to try to persuade her that she didn’t need to do everything herself. But when she made it clear that she was going, I knew that I had to let her make her own mistakes this time. She would call me when she was in trouble, I was sure. And Ffrances wouldn’t mind a little disruption to our date if the call came too early; the gift was more important than the lunch anyway. I set off as quickly as I could, while Tess rushed upstairs to get her books ready for school. And then the big day had properly started. Finally, my nerves built up enough to compete with all the excitement. But I knew that everything would go perfectly; I’d spent long enough planning for this day, after all. And my plans never left room for mistakes. If my success was based on the number of times I told myself that I could do this before I even got to Greater Ashfields, I would have been guaranteed to get everything I wanted. But I knew that this was such a big deal, I couldn’t afford even the slightest mistake. And I was filled with fear, dreading something coming up that I hadn’t even thought about. The first stage went well. I turned up at the now-familiar door of Malarkey & Sons, and found it still locked. It was hard to tell when the place was open, because the windows revealed nothing but the backs of Isaac’s shelving, or were covered over with paper to protect his precious comic books from the threat of direct sunlight. But this time, nobody would have expected him to be there. The first shops weren’t starting to open yet. But I’d been here twice more since that day with Kernigan; I’d told Ffrances that I wanted her friends to accept me too, and we’d had more fun at the game nights now I could be less reserved. And I knew that even when the shop wasn’t open, either Isaac or Frank would probably be inside if somebody knocked. They didn’t exactly keep normal business hours, and Isaac treated the stock here like it was his own personal library. I was sure he knew exactly what he had, and loved every issue. I tapped gently on the door, and waited. Five minutes passed, and then there was a chirp from my phone. With nothing better to do, I looked at the screen. Isaac. He wanted to tell me that my present was here as promised, and to just knock if I wanted to pick it up before they properly opened. I quickly responded to tell him that I was already here, and barely a minute passed before the door opened. I stepped into the gloom, and found that both Isaac and his husband were in there. One was bustling around trying to make sure that everything was tidy in case a new customer came in – I guessed that was a part of his morning routine – and the other was sitting in the rocking chair, sandwiched between the rows of file cabinets with a trade paperback in his hands. “Ffrances is going to be over the moon when she sees this,” Frank said, pointing down at the page. “This is incredible, like the biggest gesture you could have made.” “You already read it?” I said, hesitating. “He’s been reading while I unpack the rest of the day’s deliveries,” Isaac explained. “He couldn’t believe MK was willing to do that for you. I’ve not seen it yet. I plan to read it once I’ve sent out notifications to let all of my regulars know their copies are in. And in the circumstances, I suspect that several of them will be here to pick up theirs, so it may be lunchtime before I see what it actually looks like. Maybe Ffrances will see the question before me.” “I hope so,” I said. “Or at least, I hope I can give it to her before anyone spoils the surprise.” “I’ll remind people,” he said. “They probably wouldn’t tell her anyway; finding your own handle in one of those pages is an experience to treasure, and they don’t want to spoil that for her. I’ll just tell them not to spoil it for the people who are mentioned, like I have before when a friend of a friend got in, so they won’t know it’s something out of the ordinary until they get there.” “I can’t thank you enough,” I said. “A few months ago, this was all just a crazy dream. And now that dream is coming true.” “You could have told us you had MK here,” Frank said, a little grumpy. “I didn’t find out who he was until last week! Talk about keeping secrets.” “It was what he wanted,” I said. “But I’ll invite him to the wedding. You can talk to him again there.” “Good luck with that. And with the proposal. I mean, I’d never have the courage to do something like that.” “Me either,” Isaac said with a laugh, and I saw the glance between them hinting at some kind of private joke. I was pretty sure they were married, so I guessed that something silly and memorable had happened around their proposal. But I didn’t have time to ask all the questions now. I had plans to follow through on, and my schedule this morning was already pretty tight. We chatted for maybe a minute before while Isaac carefully lifted my new book out from the cabinet that had been holding it. It was packaged in a dustproof jacket, inside a sleeve, inside an envelope. That was how all pre-ordered books were sold here, he said. There was a label affixed to the front with my name on, but it had “by hand” in place of the address. And I watched Isaac gently grip the corner of the sticker and pull it cleanly away, leaving no evidence of what was inside. As gift wrapping went, I thought it was quite possibly perfect. Back in my truck, I set the satnav for Nikolai Jordyn’s, and quickly drove around the circular road. It was the kind of place I would never normally consider going, but today was a special day, and every little detail had to be perfect. They were going to sort out my makeup and hair style for me, and then give me some privacy to change into an elegant dress that I’d left with them yesterday. I wanted to look perfect when I met Ffrances today, and that meant no expense spared. By the time I was all dressed up, I looked like I would fit in at the poshest restaurant in the three counties area. But I was also a little later than I had planned; I hoped that Ffrances wasn’t already waiting for me. And I realised that I hadn’t thought properly about what I was going to do with the truck tonight. I didn’t want to leave it in Pine Ridge when I went to meet my fiancée, but it really wasn’t the kind of vehicle they would expect at a place like that. But nerves hadn’t blunted my quick thinking; I got my phone out and sent her a message on XV, asking if she could collect me in her car, so we wouldn’t look out of place. I could drive home, change vehicles, and then we would both be ready for a perfect day out. Nothing else could go wrong. I glanced down at the bag on the seat, a comic book further disguised in a fancy bag from NJ’s, and prayed that my plans really were as foolproof as I thought.
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