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By rusty pins · Posted
I wore my Betterdry diaper for about 11 hours yesterday, including to my massage therapist for a back massage. I never sleep well at all if in a diaper, so I very rarely wear one to bed and instead I usually get up about 6 times each night to pee. I decided to try something different last night. I showered before bed and put on an Abena L4 disposable with cotton Haines briefs over it with the intention of not wetting it but getting up to pee as I normally do. That helped a lot and I got some fairly decent sleep. It's still dry now, save for maybe a few drips, but there is a small brown nugget inside it now. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
15. Tess at Work Friday was a good day for Tess. There was no history lesson, for one thing. She wasn’t particularly fond of maths or literature, but she liked to think she was quietly competent. She was certainly better than any of her classmates who kept interrupting with questions that seemed to show they hadn’t understood anything the teacher said, or were just not listening. And without any kind of league tables for the class, there was no way to know how far below or above the average she might have been. Kim asked again if she wanted to go shopping at the weekend. Tess was sorely tempted; knowing that she still had the money that her parents had left for her as a housewarming gift. She could afford to treat herself a little, maybe get something nice. A gift for Spike, or something to say thank you to Gabby for letting her stay, she wasn’t sure. But wandering around the shopping district of Greater Ashfields with her friends was a good way to kill time whether she ended up buying anything or not. She was sure that they would all have a laugh at every shop they stopped in front of, pointing out things that might be good for someone they knew, or laughing at items that it seemed nobody in their right mind would ever buy. The only thing putting Tess off was that she didn’t know how much that money was supposed to last her. She knew that her dad had mentioned an allowance in one of the confused emails to Gabby, with Aunt Mary and Grandma Forton passing on a message and injecting their own notes of confusion along the way. They had suggested that her parents could give Gabby a regular payment to cover her upkeep, out of which she could give Tess a regular allowance after seeing how much her food costs and bills changed with an extra person in the house. Or Mum had said it might be better for them to send money to Tess electronically, so that there was still a little reminder of her parents supporting her. In the rush to sort out moving house with relatively little notice, quite a few details seemed to have been put to one side. And right now, she wasn’t sure if they had ever made a decision. Tess wanted to show her parents how responsible she was, and she thought that she wouldn’t impress them by spending money on luxuries when she had no idea how long it would be before she had more. “You should come to town on Saturday,” the voice jolted her out of her own thoughts. She’d been sitting there for some time with a sandwich halfway to her mouth, while she wondered about the best course of action. “I’m not sure if–” she started to answer, and then realised that the voice in her ear hadn’t been the one she was expecting. She quickly put her food down and turned around to give Spike a happy hug. Just seeing him could brighten her day, and help her to worry less about whatever might be bothering her. “I should,” she agreed. “But I don’t know if I’ve got money to spend.” “Then I’ll buy you lunch. I want to see you again. I can’t come to yours, you wouldn’t want to see my place, so I’ll join you for this shopping trip.” Tess turned back to Chloe and Kim, who were sitting with her. It seemed strange inviting someone else along, when it had been the same group of friends hanging around in town almost every weekend for as long as they could remember. But Chloe answered before she could even ask. “Great, I was wondering when we’d get to see more of you. Tess can’t stop talking about you, but we barely talk.” “Hey!” Tess mumbled, feeling the blush rising again. She was sure that she wanted to spend more time with Spike, but she’d never found the right words to actually say that to him, and she didn’t know how she felt about somebody else breaking the news. “Saturday, then,” he said with a nod. “And thanks, I’ll be looking forward to it.” Tess didn’t know what else she should say; it seemed like the decision had been taken out of her hand. Her best friends, and a friend who she cared for more than she could admit, would both be waiting for her now. And there was no way she would even consider letting them both down. She was nervous, sure. She’d never had the courage to suggest going anywhere with Spike, in case he might assume it was meant to be a date or something. He’d come to her house to study before, when he didn’t feel comfortable at home, but they’d done very little else. And now… well, it couldn’t be a date if her friends were all there. It didn’t mean anything, but she found herself mumbling, nervous for reasons she couldn’t understand. It was all she could think of through that afternoon; she even spaced out through her music lesson, barely paying attention to her practice. Somehow her plans had moved forward without her saying anything. She didn’t know if it would be better to yell at her friends for the embarrassment, or to thank them for pushing her past her nerves. But she was sure that whatever happened now, she would have to get Spike a very special gift to show how much she appreciated his presence. When she got home, Tess was surprised to find that Gabby wasn’t there to hold the door open. In fact there was no sign of activity at all. She fumbled for her keys and opened the door, then looked around the silent kitchen. Silence. First she went up to her room. She wanted to get her homework done before worrying about anything else, so there wouldn’t be any distractions on Saturday. But it seemed strange for the house to be so quiet. It was strange; a couple of months ago she would have been used to coming home to an empty house. Her parents had never been particularly regular in their schedules, and they had realised before the last move that Tess didn’t really need to know whether they would be there or not on any given day. But here, she didn’t think she’d spent a single moment in this house without Gabby fussing around checking on her, or doing something useful in another room. The house felt very different without her. After thinking about how much time Gabby spent on chores around the house, Tess finally remembered that she hadn’t done her own. There was still a load of laundry in the machine from this morning, and she didn’t know what she should do with it. Last time, she’d come home to find that her sheets had been dried, folded, and put away somewhere, and the clothes she’d been wearing appeared neatly folded on a shelf just outside the door of her room. This time, with Gabby absent, she was determined to do it herself. Everything was mostly dry. The machine finished with a spin cycle, and she realised as she opened the cupboard that it had been giving a brief spin periodically through the day. She guessed that was some high-tech feature to stop a bundle of damp clothes sitting still too long, or something. She unloaded everything, and decided that some of her clothes would be fine to hang up as they were, maybe slightly moist but so little that the air would dry them well enough. Others, she hung over the heaters in her room and in the lounge. It had been cold enough lately that she could feel the warmth rising, and she thought that an hour would be more than enough time to leave all her laundry dry enough to put away. Once everything was hanging, including her duvet cover draped over the boiler where she could feel a strong, dry heat rising, she turned her attention to the kitchen. She had noticed earlier in the week that Gabby was checking a list on a notice board before preparing dinner, and it didn’t take too long to find it. There was a list of what she was planning to cook each day, along with what looked to be an estimate of how long it would take. Tess studied it, and then realised that the description ‘miso cod bake’ probably referred to a piece cut out from a magazine, hanging from a magnet on the same whiteboard. She carefully freed it and propped it up against the front of the microwave. She considered trying to have food ready by the time Gabby came home, but some of the instructions would require a deeper understanding of cooking. The recipe was clear with what it needed, but Tess wasn’t sure she knew how to deglaze, fillet, or parboil anything. Still, she could try to help. She opened almost every cupboard in the kitchen, searching for the ingredients and utensils on the list. She checked the ‘use by’ dates stamped on everything she saw, as well. If there was food that needed using, she thought that Gabby might want to change her plans. But it seemed she had already thought about, and the ingredients for this meal were mostly the things with the closest dates on them. Tess lifted everything out, and started to arrange them on the counter in the order they would be needed. By the time she had everything ready, she realised that might not have been such a good idea. She didn’t want the refrigerated ingredients to get warm while she waited for Gabby to get back, so she put them all onto a tray and returned it to the bottom fridge shelf. She hoped that had been the right approach, but it was certainly the best she could think of. Now, when Gabby came home, she would be able to start cooking as soon as she was ready. Then Tess decided it was time to check on the laundry again. Most of it was dry, so she went around collecting her clothes, folding things or putting them onto wire hangers. Her room still wasn’t tidy. She had been living out of suitcases, and throwing her clothes in the corner as soon as they were dirty. Now she had something clean that needed putting away, she realised that it was time to decide where things would go. There was a wardrobe in the corner, as pink as anything else, and a couple of doors on the far side of the room that seemed to lead to a large closet. She looked at the space available, and quickly divided her clean clothes between them. She didn’t need to sort out everything else; she could move her clothes over as she wore them, so that a big job was broken down into smaller parts. But by the time everything was tidy, she checked again and found more clothes that had been dried off sufficiently by the warmth of the heaters. Then she checked on her bedclothes, and found that the sheets and duvet cover were both ready to be put away. She carefully folded all of the sheets, and carefully returned them to the pile on the shelf over the boiler. But after a moment’s thought, she realised that the rest of the stack had been ironed. Should she find an ironing board, and see if she was any more skilled with one than the last time she had tried? She hesitated for a moment, but realised that she didn’t need to. She lifted the things out of the cupboard again and hurried back to her bedroom. The duvet was bundled up with no cover, and the only sheet on the bed was a plastic mattress protector. She could put the same sheets back on, and if she hadn’t noticed already perhaps Gabby might not be sure if she’d really wet the bed yesterday. If she did her laundry in the morning next Friday, then it would be easy to claim that she was just trying to get into a routine. Wrangling a duvet into its covers was a farcical ballet of tangled arms and not being able to reach the far corner, but eventually Tess knew it was as good as it was going to get. She spread the covers on her bed, and then glanced out of her window and saw Gabby’s boring car pulling up. She rushed downstairs, opened the fridge, and lifted out the last of the ingredients. Then she opened a bag of beans, and asked her phone how to go about shelling them. It seemed easy enough, but after reading the instructions she had barely started when Gabby came through the door. -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
I love to see how many people are enjoying this! If you haven't seen it when it was posted elsewhere, maybe you could try to make some guesses about what the final dynamic will be; I tried to put in some more subtle signs about the roles my characters are suited for; even if it doesn't entirely match up with what they think they want in some cases. Just wondering if any of that is coming through yet. Speculation is always interesting 10. My Recipe for Success I had a lot of work to do on Friday. I barely had time to think about my little one all the time she was at school, and I ended up having to stay behind longer than I expected as I was the only keyholder left in the office. It was frustrating, but that was something I’d been used to dealing with over the last couple of years. I realised as the afternoon drew on that it would be the first time this week that Tess had managed to get home before me, and I found myself checking my phone more than a couple of times, just in case of messages to say that she had missed the bus, misplaced her keys, or some other catastrophe that I couldn’t resolve unless I was actually there. The last words I’d said to her were “Have a nice day, babygirl,” and now they seemed etched in my mind. Was I letting my baby girl down? I didn’t get a message. She was pretty good at pretending to be an adult, and if it hadn’t been for her little accidents I might have started to believe her. I was almost thinking that I wouldn’t need to worry about her, when my phone rang. The place was almost empty already, just a couple of temps and me, but I didn’t care who else was around. I grabbed my phone and answered it right away. “Tess? Are you okay?” I realised as soon as I spoke that I’d been a little too quick to react there, a little too on edge. It was hard to believe that she’d only been there for a week, and I was already so concerned with her welfare. But even if she was my cousin she still felt like my little girl, and I knew that soon enough she would feel the same way. I couldn’t just stop worrying about her, when I’d had to leave her home alone. The answer from the other end of the line was a muted giggle, and that immediately set my mind at rest. Not because it necessarily meant Tess was fine, but because it prompted me to glance at my phone’s screen rather than just assuming some catastrophe. “Sorry, babe,” I answered this time. “Got caught up at work again, was worried something had happened to the kid. First time I’ve not been home when she finishes school, you know? I’ve been a bit nervous.” I got up and walked into the back office while she answered, away from prying ears. I didn’t like to be away from my post, but Ffrances was pretty good at pushing all thought of work out of my mind, and I didn’t want to risk saying something inappropriate when the temps might be listening. “I know,” I answered. “But I missed her, and I keep imagining something terrible is going to happen. I can’t wait to get back home. Only twenty minutes now, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this impatient for work to finish before. Is this how a real mother feels?” “Could be. You really do care about that kid. Not had any conflict yet?” “Well…” I mumbled. I didn’t know if I should confide in her about Tess’s little problem or not. But in the end, I realised that she might be able to give some helpful advice. So I told her that my cousin had wet the bed a couple of times, swearing her to absolute secrecy, and asked if she could think of any reasons. Anything I could suggest to Tess, that might help her to worry less about her latest problem. And I mentioned the upcoming exam too, all the things that I knew my baby would be worrying about. I wasn’t sure, but I was starting to think that Ffrances would be a better mommy than I was; she would be able to get past any inhibitions and unlock the child’s real feelings. Even if Tess didn’t want me to share, I knew that I could trust my girlfriend, and that she would do everything in her power to help. “That’s… a little unusual,” she said, after a pause just about long enough to make me wonder if the call was still connected. “I’d be worrying about her health. Can you get her to visit a doctor? I’ve seen a patient before with similar issues, but I think this is something she needs to see a professional about.” “Well, I was thinking about that. But it would only stress her more. She’s still denying it, she won’t even admit it when it’s so obvious, so there’s no way I could get her to talk to the doctor about it. She’s ashamed, I think. But… I want her to be happy.” “I understand. I won’t say anything, and I won’t let on that you told me. And… I shouldn’t say this, but I might be able to offer some advice. Suggestions on coping better, maybe. If she’s willing to talk to me, I can try to judge if it’s something we can let her deal with, or if she needs to seek out professional help.” “If you can help her, then it would be–” “Hold up,” she cut me off, and I knew that I’d crossed a line there. Maybe she’d rethink later, but not right now. “Sorry, babe. I just don’t want her to be worrying. I don’t want her to be missing out on something that matters to her, and you know how helpless I feel.” “I understand that,” she sighed. “Look, I can’t be her doctor. That would be unprofessional, We’d practically be her guardians if I’m spending more time at your place. So I can’t offer medical help. But if there’s something I can do informally, I guess… I can always offer advice. Non-medical advice, right? If she asks for it. You can tell her that I’d be willing to try to help her, perhaps. But if she talks to me and I see that she should be receiving a diagnosis and treatment plan, I can only recommend she calls here. There’s a doctor here, Pete Lawrence, he’s a good guy and always confidential. My personal recommendation. Understand? Advice, sure. But anything I’d consider to be medical advice has to follow the impartiality rules, so she’ll need to talk to someone who isn’t so close.” “I think she might go for that,” I said with a smile. “I hoped you might say something like that. I’ll never push you to break all your rules, but I think just talking to somebody who’s got some kind of relevant academic knowledge might be all she needs. To reassure me, if nothing else, and so we can be sure she’s not going to go for some snake-oil treatment.” “Sure. Just let her know I’m willing to talk about it. And that I won’t judge her. Best case, I can help her find a safe solution. Worst case, I’ll tell her she needs to see a professional.” “Thanks. I love you. And you know what? I think you’d make a great parent.” “I think medicine isn’t quite there yet. But I do love you. And if you want to start a family, then maybe someday…” I whispered a few more ideas about what I wanted to do this weekend. Ideas that demanded whispers, even if there was nobody else in the inner office, and things we’d only have an opportunity to try if Tess was able to keep herself entertained. Ffrances chuckled, told me to wait and see, and ended the call before I could tell her that I loved her. When I opened the door again, I saw that the temps had all gone. I had the place to myself, and there were less than two minutes left before our regular closing time. So I signed out of my computer, picked up my jacket, and headed home. I got back expecting to find Tess relaxing in front of the television, or in her room attempting some homework. Either would tell me something about what kind of person she was when there wasn’t an adult watching. The worst case was that something had gone wrong and she wasn’t even home, but despite the nagging worries at the back of my mind that didn’t seem really likely. I was amazed when I got back and found her in the kitchen. She had a selection of ingredients spread out on the counter, and was just lifting a tray of chilled vegetables out. There was a recipe there too, a page I’d cut out from a magazine propped up against the front of the microwave. I realised that she had looked on the little whiteboard by the back door, where fridge magnets supported a bewildering array of notes, leaflets, and takeout menus. For my first week looking after a child, I had written out a quick menu to make sure I had bought enough food for two. And it seemed that she had checked what I intended to cook today and made sure that everything I needed was ready by the time I got home. I ran upstairs to change into some more comfortable clothes, and on the way I noticed that her sheets had been washed, dried, and were back on her bed already. She was more organised than any child I’d ever seen. And then I came down, only to find all of the ingredients for dinner spread out in the order I would need them, and a cup of coffee sitting steaming at the front. “Perfect timing,” I said with a smile. You’ve been home an hour now, haven’t you?” “Yeah. I wanted to make myself useful. I left the cold stuff in the fridge until I saw your car. This the right stuff?” “Yes, thank you,” I said with a smile, and then tried to work out what I was missing in her expression. She was waiting for something, and didn’t know how to say it. I could guess easily enough: “I think it’s time I go back to treating you like an adult, right? So long as there’s no more little accidents.” “There won’t be!” she exclaimed, blushing as red as the onions on the chopping board. -
Zu Hause durfte ich nur Gummihosen tragen. Zur Nacht wurde ich immer von meiner Stiefmutter oder meiner älteren Stiefschwester immer im Wohnzimmer gewindelt. Ich musste, auch wenn wir Besuch hatten, eine Windel und eine Gummihose holen. Manchmal musste ich auch noch die Peitsche mitbringen und wurde, weil ich ungehorsam war, vor dem Windeln noch ausgepeitscht. Dann musste ich mich ausziehen, hinlegen und bekam eine Windel um und eine Gummihose an. Es erregte mich sehr wenn ich geewindelt wurde. -
By Mommy Wendy Marie · Posted
Beautiful! I've driven across that bridge a few times having lived in Milwaukee for 15 years, moved in 1999. Thanks for sharing!
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