Little Sherri

I loved that. Thank you.

I assume no XL yet? That it will be in the offing eventually?

Question: would you buy pants that say their size, in prominent lettering, on the front? I get that it probably makes things easier for caregivers, in clinical settings, not to have to unfold a soiled nappy, and size-compare it to the options available for replacement, but I would point out that 95% if the nappies I wear would never be found in a clinical setting, because they would give corporate purchasers hives. No, or only very, very high-end care settings, are putting the residents in BeDry EliteCare's or Active Airs. And those high-end settings probably also offer things like closets or drawers. Or the size could be noted just inside of the waistband. Why do I have to walk around advertising "XL" in prominent script? This is particularly accusatory in the Rearz product line, where they shrank their L offerings, so that now, I fit best in their XL sizes, generally. Meanwhile, I wear a size L or R (regular) in everything else, and medium MegaMax will still fit me. I realize that most people view diapers as underwear, and that if they had your credit rating printed on them, it shouldn't matter, but I wear them as pajamas, too. I don't think that boxer shorts, or, particularly, panties, prominently emblazoned with their size, would be bestsellers. Just sayin'. In other news, I was once again a victim of "diaper insensitivity", this time as a bystander caught in the crossfire of a spat between my wife and my younger daughter. My wife was talking about growing up and taking responsibility, and drawing a confusing, and I would say diaphanous link between keeping her room clean, online etiquette, and her ability to one day operate a motor vehicle. She ended with, "Babies act like babies, and they have early bedtimes and they wear diapers, and older kids have more privileges when they act their ages. Do you want to act your age, and be treated as such, or do you want to act like a baby, and wear diapers? Sorry, (looks at me), but, you get my point. The diapers are metaphorical." The diaper I was wearing was, of course, not metaphorical.

Agreed - I was wondering how you were doing! You have been on all of our minds. It sounds like you are in good hands, both at the hospital, and, with respect to your family here. Very nerve-wracking, but it looks like they are approaching this with the appropriate seriousness. There are better days ahead!

Ha - I just finished posting the above, when another post-able occurrence, er, occurred. I left my office to return dishes to the kitchen - I'd eaten dinner at my desk, as seems to be the style right now, and my wife decided that she wanted to give me a detailed explanation of what a technician told her about the brakes on her car. Except that, while she is very smart, and knows a hell of a lot more about a lot of things, than I do, automotive things are not among them. She showed me a picture of her back rotors, taken through the wheels, and I knew immediately that she needed rotors, pads, and possibly calipers, although we might be able to skip the last part. But she was excited and wanted to tell me what the kid at the local Lube Express had excitedly relayed to her, buoyed by the prospect of landing a four-figure sale in a land of windshield wipers, light bulbs and engine flushes. However, I really, really had to go to the bathroom, and not for the call that I answer in my diaper. It was coming from line #2. I had habanero wings last night, and while I thought the storm had passed this morning, there were still some clouds scudding about, and one was cumulonimbus. I didn't need the explanation of what was going on with the brakes - I have installed brakes before - but I tried to be patient. Evidently, my face gave me away at some point, and she said, "Go on, then, I can tell you have somewhere else to be!" I said, very truthfully, "Well, I have to go to the bathroom. Give me a few minutes, and then you can tell me the rest..." ("Of this riveting story," I did not say...) "Oh, so now you don't want to use your fancy Pampers? When I'm telling you about my day...?" (Evidently she remembered my Mermaids Tale from this morning...) At that, my daughter guffawed. "No, I need to rather urgently give back the hot wings I had last night, if you must know, and I'm not doing that while standing in the kitchen, talking to you." "Well, good that you have standards." Indeed.

I haven't posted for a bit, because I've been so, so busy. I guess it's good that in a time when people are perhaps fearing for their jobs (North of the Canada-US border, anyway), I'm so Goddamn busy. May it ever be thus, and I wish the same for all of you. Although it does cut into my diaper blogging time. Some random notes from the past few days: I had a dream that someone from the FBI was wrestling with me. I knew this, because they said they were from the FBI. In the dream, I was wearing a diaper, but I also had clothes on. I was thinking, "This person is a cop, I should stop resisting, and then they'll realize they made a mistake... also, it would really suck to get arrested wearing an ABDL diaper." But then, the alleged FBI agent started choking me, so I had to fight back. So then I managed to get behind the assailant, and was thinking, I'm going to have to choke them, but... even in self-defense, do I want to start choking a cop? Weird dream - I've never had an altercation of any kind, with any law enforcement officer, let alone a US Federal agent. I must be reading too much news right now. I brilliantly decided to test out the failure mode that had beset me on my trip overseas last month, by putting on one of those awful "Tena For Men" pull-ups, sitting down on a bar stool, and then peeing in it lightly, while drinking a beer, this time in my own home. It immediately did the same thing they did to me at the bar in the terminal at Pearson. SO, totally not my fault. Peeing once, in allegedly-absorbent and fluid-resistant underwear, is not user error. I don't know what men these are for - those who sweat too much, down there? Men sitting on the toilet already? Zero stars, Tena. I'm wearing a Mermaid Tales, one of the discontinued Rearz designs. The print on it is fine, but that was never really the selling point. I mainly like the way they function. I suppose the BeDry Night can hold the same position in my inventory, but I feel like these deserved to be spared. Cuteness aside, they cost a bit less than the BDN, although maybe that was the problem that doomed them in the first place. Are InControl customers willing to pay more to look like medical patients, than Rearz customers are willing to pay, to look like toddlers? I had thought perhaps, but then I considered that the reason they gave for euthanizing their Lil' Monsters line, is that they weren't up to the capacity their clients expected... meaning the ABDL crowd, presumably, are as picky about capabilities as the medically-necessary crowd. Maybe more so - I would bet that they skew younger and more active than the here-against-my-will crowd, some of whom are perpetually seated, and/or horizontal. I suppose someone out there might be wrapping grandma in a Princess Pink, but that isn't where most of them are going.

I would say that I have made my own diapers, and conducted some modifications of them, over the years, although currently I generally don't. I use too many of them (2-3 per day) to have time to craft them and wash them, currently, so I tend to mostly go with disposables, with commercially made cloth diapers & plastic pants thrown in here and there. Before I started buying ABDL diapers regularly, I used to take lower-end medical diapers, and try to boost their performance. I'd take a Depends with tabs - the plastic ones - and then put packing tape across the front to create a landing zone, so the tabs could be opened and closed more than once, and I'd put a size 6 or 7 baby diaper in them as a stuffer, perforating the cover lightly. When I was a kid, I would extend the tabs on XL toddler diapers, using tape, once I outgrew being able to fit into them, and I made homemade cloth diapers using white pillow cases, which I would stuff with folded towels. I had outgrown my plastic pants by this point, so I used to cut the corners out of a large white shopping bag, and then carefully pull it up my legs, turning it into plastic pants. Bags were made of much heavier material back then! The bane of my existence was bags with printed logos on them - I would turn them inside-out so that I didn't have to look at "Dominion" or "Knob Hill Farms" on the front of my diaper, but sometimes the ink would transfer to my homemade cloth diaper. When my mom came home with white shopping bags with no logo on them, I immediately hoarded them.

We tracked him down - he was supposed to fly out Thursday but ended up flying out yesterday. He spent two days at the airport because of flight cancellations, and he said that cellular and wifi was in and out even there. He's due to land here in a couple of hours. He did not pick a good week for his first trip to the Gold Coast!

https://littlekeepersleeper.com/ is one of them - they mostly show kids wearing the items, but they go up to 265 lbs on the sizing charts, so they are available for adults. Mainly aimed at the special needs market, to prevent undressing or diaper tampering. Those hoodies et al are cool, though. I do like the idea of wearing a onesie that is fastened from the back, and that can't be opened without help, however I don't think my wife would want to play those games, although you never now - she does like being in charge, just not of my diapers. She did buy me a onesie, but it's a front zip one.

InControl BeDry, and it is being pretty dry, thus far, but I just put it on.

Diapered Sundays are the best Sundays!

That's interesting - I generally find cloth diapers to be pretty bulletproof. One thing they sometimes do not contend as well with is a sudden flood - a cloth diaper's notable capacity stems from the way they eventually evenly distribute their workload, becoming nearly as wet on your sides as they are at ground zero. So a deluge can run through the diaper and cause ponding in your plastic pants that, if it doesn't get a chance to be wicked up again by the diaper, can cause catastrophic leakage, if you shift positions, stand up, or compress the puddle up against a leg elastic suddenly. I like cloth diapers but find them a lot of work, and too bulky to wear anywhere but around the house, so I don't use them as much as I probably should, from a fiscal perspective. I've said this before elsewhere, but I'm also weirdly self-conscious about sitting next to my wife in just a cloth diaper and plastic pants, whereas I wear disposables in front of her pretty much everyday.

You wonder, when people encounter two and two and two often enough, will they eventually come up with six? The case in point today is related to my daughter's friends, who were due over at our house at an inexact time. I was doing my usual Saturday cleaning routine, which, somewhat ironically, involves the toilets being scrubbed by the person who uses them the least, arguably. I didn't use them at all there, for a stretch. Well, that's not strictly true - they were employed during cleanup operations. I shall say no more about that. Where was I? Yes, so I was cleaning the bathrooms, wearing my usual "disposable attire" of an old t-shirt and a diaper, in this case a Rearz Active Air that I had slept in, and that was about due for the bin. A notation on that: having consumed some excellent Belgian beers last night, I drifted seamlessly into an alcohol-induced coma, only to wake up feeling a trickle at my hip - Egad! I'd started peeing while I was on my side, but was instantly ejected from my dreams, despite the prodigious load of monk-crafted anesthetic in my blood. I rolled straight onto my back, and finished the transfer, before feeling around to see if I had done any damage. There was the slightest spot on the sheet, so I dragged an undershirt out of a drawer next to my bed, and slept with it under me, on the spot, and by morning, it was indetectable. So, it was good to prove out that I still have my reflexes about me, most of the time; apparently, my weeing over and through my diaper at that cottage last summer was an anomaly. This bolsters my suspicion that when I "wet the bed" (wet my nappy), and don't remember doing it, I am still drifting slightly up the consciousness column, towards the surface - there is some reptilian awareness at play, even though I often have no memory of these events, now. But back to that alluring mental picture I was painting, of a pasty, pudgy middle-aged man, scrubbing toilets in a soggy diaper; my wife suggested I pull some pants on, because my daughter's friends were due at some point, so I did that. After blessing the porcelain thrones, I had a thought: I needed to empty my diaper can, and it would be better to do that before the company came. So, rather than vacuuming next, I took a white kitchen bag that I already had with me, to empty the bathroom rubbish bins, and I lobbed about 10 adult nappies, in a riot of colours, into the bag, which then weighed about as much as an Australian Shepherd. I was carrying it towards the door, to head out to the garage, when in walked the anticipated friends, one of whom then went to give me a slightly awkward hug around the bag I was carrying. I swung it aside, gave her a half-hug, shook hands with the other friend, then said, "I'm just running the trash out to the garage, be right back!", before making a hasty exit, in an attempt to avoid small talk, or, running into their moms, whom I knew would be not far behind them, and wanting to talk to my wife, more than to me. I had a big purple Critter Caboose panda, and some blue and yellow Lil' Monsters characters staring at me through the translucent white plastic bag, and also concerns that it might have a funk about it that would elude me, accustomed, as I am, to nappy-related scents, in a way that presumably most outside of the medical professions, or childcare settings, are not. I managed to get to the garage and deposit the bag before having to chat with, or hug, anyone else, but I was still wearing a somewhat bulky diaper under track pants, and now the mothers of the girls who were being dropped off, were standing on the stairs, chatting with my wife. At least Active Airs don't make crunch-crinkle-crunch noises when you walk. I said my hellos, then said I was dressed down due to tidying up, and that I would go change, and rejoin the conversation. I walked past them, and upstairs, only to find my daughter, in the company of her friends, rummaging through a laundry basket that they had overturned on our guest bed, presumably looking for an article that someone wanted to borrow, or that needed to be returned. Right as I walked past the room, one of her friends, whom I have known for a decade, said, "Who's giant baby shirts are these, anyway?" I fairly leapt past the doorway, suddenly very self-conscious of my not-quite-invisible diaper, and, not wanting to be on display during the conversation around what were, clearly, a couple of my diaper shirts/onesies. My daughter said, nonchalantly, "They're my dad's...", and her friend said, "He wears baby shirts?", to which she replied, "He wears them when he does like work around the house, so he doesn't get, you know, plumber's crack." "Oh," she responded, "I've never heard of that." I don't know if she meant she's never heard of someone wearing "baby shirts" before, or if she meant she's never heard of "Plumber's crack", but I would have given my daughter $20, if I had it handy - it was a good answer. But then taken it back for, you know, overturning a laundry basket in front of her friends. It's a rare find in the "public" laundry stream, but there could have been plastic pants in there, or even a cloth diaper. Murphy's Law sometimes works that way. But now I wonder... I brushed past them at the door with a translucent Santa sack full of diapers, while wearing a diaper under slightly snug pants, and then, moments later, they were presented with a coupe of diaper shirts randomly enmeshed with the household laundry, that they were told were mine. Two... plus two... plus two... did anyone come up with six...?

Crikey! That's some excavation! In a related story - and I'm not making this up - we haven't heard from my colleague who brought his daughter there for school; a lady we both work with was texting me today and asking if I'd heard anything from him, and the last message I got was from Tuesday. So if you encounter a tall bald guy with a Canadian accent, wandering around looking confused, let me know. He may be wearing an Edmonton Oilers hat, if he didn't lose it in the storm.

I'd put myself in that category, @Nckearney. I'm on the bigger side, I'm married, I have kids, I definitely have a "dad bod". My wife sorta accepts my diapers - she puts up with me wearing them (been 24/7 for 6 years), although she's not into it. And, I like sports - I probably watch more hockey than any other sport, because that is required by law here (Canada), but I also like baseball, NFL, and I don't mind watching golf.