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Five weeks of very limited connectivity in the mountains with poor or no connectivity… there is a lot of action to catchup on, amazing just how far the story has developed in that time, as always your writing is amazing with excellent descriptive narrative and cliff hangers! -
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By Little Sherri · Posted
Well, my Kevlar-reinforced bedtime pants are absurdly bulky, and the leg openings are what I would describe as torniquet-snug, but they can cover any diaper I have yet seen, and look pretty bullet proof. I stayed over at a buddy's place on Friday night, and took them for a test drive, although I was not heavily intoxicated, and probably could have driven home, but the weather was bad. The lined plastic pants saw no fire - my Lil' Monster (the new, larger one - V3?) worked very well, and I had obviously rolled onto my back when I wet it, although I had no memory of doing that. I proceeded through most of Saturday's daytime hours in that same diaper, in the spirit of trying to just live my life and be less concerned how diminutive my underpants are. I was in winter clothing, oversized jeans, a sweater, and the new Lil' Monsters are built more on the European super-nappy model, IE, while not small, they don't get absurdly puffy, until they're notably wet. I had a onesie on, for waistband security, and I just ran my errands and did my thing. I ended up at Dave & Anne's for dinner, on an impromptu invitation, because my wife and daughter are way, and while by that point, I probably did have a bit of what the old Pampers commercial would call a cowboy walk, I was on safe turf there, and anyway, the onesie at least kept things contained, when we ended up sitting at their bar again. Maybe I should buy them some stools with backrests - it would make my life easier! I had to drive home, both to take care of the dog, and because today, we are in the grips of a snow apocalypse, and were I to have stayed over, I would probably have had to stay until tomorrow. I wasn't packed for that - I just had a BeDry and an old ATN in my car's diaper bag, and no toothbrush. And the dog would have cheerfully and repeatedly violated my floor, in retribution. I drove home very wet, but still feeling that I was operating within the performance envelope of that diaper, and it did not betray me. I let it fall to the floor with a seismic splat, and then took a shower, and put on... another Lil' Monster V3, because of the impending storm, and the knowledge that I would not be heading out anywhere. And indeed, here I sit, in that same diaper, watching the snow pile up, and trying to figure out what to do with myself. I put some laundry on, I tidied up the kitchen a bit... hmmm. I could restock my diapers, I'm down to just a few in the drawer. I could clean the basement, but I really don't want to embark on that. I could drink a beer and watch the hockey game... hmmm. In the Before Times, having the house to myself would have been something I planned for, for days or weeks... now, while it's nice to have some time to myself, I miss their company. And while it's lovely to be able to toddle around my house in a big diaper, to my heart's content, I guess I can say, "Mission Accomplished", with respect to having normalized being in them to the point that it's not a big deal, anymore - I have coming up on seven years of Sunday afternoons in diapers, on my resume - something like 364 of them, which is an interesting metric: I'll have lived a year of Diapered Sundays, when I hit my seven year diaper-versary, in March. And a year of diapered Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, etc. I prefer the diapered Saturdays and Sundays, although I have often enjoyed the diapered Friday nights, as well. The non-diapered before times are becoming a sun-bleached memory, losing their colour intensity. What was it like to not have stuffing and SAP, or less often, heavy cotton and PCV, enveloping my equator? Less satisfying, for sure, although planning to leave the house took a bit less thought. But I would not trade how I feel now, for how I felt then. I feel like I'm living on my terms, however absurd those terms may seem, to someone looking in. -
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