#ab/dl community | babyewa (2024)

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Two events have moved me to this post. They have not directly something in common, but somehow I found the idea quite funny and a reason to post you have so anyway.

For one, yesterday my blog had 100 visitors for the first time. Thank you so much to everyone who likes my stories and pictures. You give me so much courage that there are still so many out there who carry similar passions inside.

The second experience, which is related to the number one hundred, is that a few days ago I noticed that from a certain point in time, I wore and used exactly 100 diapers.

I know that so exactly because I have taken the last hygienic diaper bag from the package and used. And exactly these from babylove from the DM. They have the right size and a refreshing, light smell, which is well suited to cover a light pee smell. If you can not immediately dispose of a used diaper in the trash can. I have a small bucket for this that holds about three diapers. That's where the pouches really come in handy.

I often put these three little bags in a larger trash bag again, or take the bucket with the household trash out to the big garbage can. Since we don't use the garbage can alone, I always try to put the diapers in so that they're not immediately visible from above. Not that anyone else wonders or becomes curious.

In the process, thoughts came to me that one already produces quite a lot of garbage with the disposable diapers. I imagined the hundred pieces as a big pile, or in a special garbage can like in the comic below, with poor Marie.

So the whole mountain I had on my butt. More than a hundred times not used the toilet, but just let it run into the diapers, wherever.

Of course, I had worn diapers before, but I had never really realized how many there might have been. I had bought the pouch pack at the end of the previous year, in November. Doing the math back, I was using a diaper every 2 1/2 days. Whereas in the last few weeks I have worn one almost every day. Of course, I may have changed several in a day, but just about. For someone who wears diapers just for fun, I think it's quite a lot. But it still feels good and right. Except for the fact that my partner makes strange remarks more and more often. But about that another time.

With all these thoughts, of course, my head cinema jumped again and the image of Marie in her embarrassing situation emerged:

By the way, it's true that Marie's brothers are still bedwetters and two of them even wet during the day. But that doesn't bother them at all and they are three real little bullies who always tease their big sister.

Since Marie's mother can't manage with the three of them all by herself, Marie has to help her. She buys diapers for her siblings, changes them and also disposes of the full diapers in the trash. The latter stinks to her a bit, and she grumbles every time she has to carry out one of the diaper bags again, that it wouldn't be her Pampers.

But that night, her brothers had played a trick on Marie and spilled a glass of water on her bedspread. Her mother had discovered this and when she was annoyed to hear Marie's complaints again about not wearing diapers, she grabbed her oldest daughter and wrapped her in one of the extra thick night diapers.

"So young lady, now you are wearing diapers, so you might as well get them into the trash."

With these words, Marie's mother simply pushed the girl out the door. She wanted to hurry to get back into the house quickly, when from the street her schoolmates looked through the gate and spotted her.

To make matters worse, the diaper garbage cans were also overflowing, so she had to squeeze the sticker bag between the soft diaper crumbs.

Before she was allowed back into the house to get dressed for school, she also had to push the garbage cans outside the front gate, since the garbage pickup was coming today. Amidst the mockery and laughter of her brothers and the strange looks of her friends and passersby, she also heard her mother say that she would probably have to wear the diapers for the rest of the week. What was worst, the breakfast cocoa was already pressing on her bladder.

I could imagine that her mother sent Marie to school afterwards wearing only a T-shirt, a short skirt and knee socks. After all, it was supposed to be a punishment and it was warm outside. Or did she even register her daughter for kindergarten?

In any case, from now on Marie will also have to buy her own diapers, use them and also carry them to the trash. If only she had not complained so often that she should help her mother.

I, for one, will continue to wear diapers. Of course, only when I feel like it. Today came a new delivery from Save Express and I treated myself to a pack of Crinklz Fairy Tales and will enjoy them as soon as it gets a little cooler outside again.

How do you dispose of your diapers? Have you ever had an experience or an exciting situation? Feel free to write about it in the comments.