Re: The Mystery of Disposition
The barely-wet diaper in the trash, Amy undressed and found what she needed for the shower. Then she spent the next 15 minutes feeling the warm, soothing water run over her before she’d done much besides wash her hair. Somehow the water seemed to be washing her frustrations and anxiety down the drain and she didn’t really want that feeling to end. When she heard the bathroom door open and a few moments later close again, reality reared its ugly head. Deciding she should get to it, the rest of the shower went much faster and soon she was turning off the water and stepping out to dry off.
Amy noticed that a pile had appeared next to the towel she’d gotten for drying off. She found a t-shirt that looked altogether too big for her, a pair of shorts having the same problem, and…she couldn’t believe it. At the bottom of the pile was one of JJ’s pull-ups. Did Mrs. Chadwick seriously doubt her toilet training? No, this must be punishment for what Amy was putting her through. Still, this was too much. It was bad enough that she had exposed herself to the woman in a baby diaper clearly donned for the specific purpose to prevent a night time accident, but making her wear a pull-up during the day was just downright humiliating. As she was pondering this latest insult to her maturity, she heard a knock at the door. The woman was obviously checking to see how her punishment was being taken.
“Amy sweetheart, are you finished with your shower?” Her tone seemed roughly equivalent to how she’d acted back in the bedroom, so if there was malevolence, it wasn’t overt. Maybe she put the pull-up in there by mistake.
“Umm, I guess so. I…did you mean to…”
“Are you asking about the pull-up honey?” She did mean to.
“Amy, I don’t have any underwear that would fit you. I looked. And…I have to be honest honey, I’m a little afraid that if you are sitting on my good furniture and fall asleep we’re going to have more messes. My husband is very particular about the house and I’m already worried about the bed so I can’t deal with any more of this.”
“I…I never have daytime accidents, Mrs. Chadwick. This…this is unfair to treat me like a toddler. What will JJ think?” Amy didn’t know what else to say, but she knew she couldn’t give up her underwear without a protest. However, Betty had already made up her mind.
“Oh don’t you worry dear, I’ve thought about it already and I’d like you to try and wear the pull-up for me today. Ok sweetheart? Just think of it as underwear with a bit more padding just in case. JJ won’t care, he thinks they’re normal underwear and you don’t have to show him if you don’t want to.”
“But they might not even fit!” Amy knew they probably would seeing as she’d barely fit one of JJ’s diapers and the pull-ups were a noticeable step up in size on JJ but she had to try.
“Oh, well let’s try for me and then we’ll see honey.”
Amy was staling for time, but she knew Betty’s patience wouldn’t last forever. She decided to go ahead and get it over with and grabbed the pull-up from the pile. It was the boy version which made them even worse, but at this point it was a small difference. She opened up the garment, and stepped inside her new toddler underwear for the day. As she suspected, the pull-up was snug, but otherwise felt like a smaller version of her Goodnites. Whereas the Goodnites came up past her waistline and had plenty of room with very little stretch, the pull-up rode slightly below her waistline and definitely felt closer to the diaper for fit. Unfortunately, she knew it wasn’t tight enough to put up a huge fight, so she quickly threw on the shirt and pulled up the shorts, the latter of which she couldn’t get to stay up so she held them in place while she opened the door to continue her protests.
“These shorts don’t fit. Do you have anything smaller?” Amy’s response was subdued and tentative as she hoped somehow to find a way out of her current situation. Having no obvious recourse, she simply felt the need to distract from her current undergarment since complaining hadn’t worked so far.
“Let’s see about the pull-up first sweetheart, you said it wouldn’t fit?” Betty’s tone was almost mocking of Amy’s prior complaint, but her ever-present sugary-sweetness once again came out to be the predominate flavor of the conversation.
Amy let go of the over-sized shorts and let them fall to the ground with a large sigh, allowing the woman to claim victory.
“Oh, don’t you look like a little tomboy!” Betty smiled, but then realized she’d taken things a bit too far for a moment. This was her way of lightheartedly dealing with things like this. “Oh, I’m sorry, I was just trying to get you to laugh dear. Those are snug, but they’ll be ok for you today. I’m not sure what we’re going to do about bottoms for you though…” Her voice trailed off as she pondered the situation. “Hmm, well I don’t think my belts will fit you either. Well we can’t have you running around the house like that, so let me go see what I can come up with…”
“Umm, can’t I…just have my jeans back?” Amy hadn’t thought that one through.
“Oh no, of course not, they’re going to need to be washed. I can’t have you sitting around the house in peed clothes, that would just defeat the whole purpose of getting you cleaned up, now wouldn’t it?” Betty chuckled at herself before continuing, “I’ll start a load right away, but I need to get you taken care of first. Just wait, I’ll be back as soon as I find you something sweetheart.”
As she watched Betty walk back down the hallway, Amy realized that for the entire morning, and especially in that conversation, she’d been made to feel more like a late potty-training kindergartner than a teenager. Betty’s tone and word choice had changed into something between her usual tone with Amy and the tone she used with her son. It was clear that Amy wasn’t being punished by wearing the pull-up, but that Betty genuinely believed this was the best thing for her to wear right now as a girl with questionable control of her bladder.
Now that Betty had disappeared, Amy wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do, but standing in the hallway outside the bathroom for an unspecified amount of time wearing a baggy shirt and pull-up seemed like a silly idea, so she turned to walk back to her room. Even though the shirt came a few inches below the bottom of the pull-up, she didn’t feel comfortable being seen, so sitting alone in her room seemed to be the safest option. As she reached out to open the door, she heard JJ’s door open and little feet shuffling towards her. She turned and saw her little friend come around the corner, holding a stuffed bear and smiling at her before a slightly confused look spread across his face.
“Mommy change your diaper?” JJ looked inquisitively at Amy, still trying to reconcile this new development in his world. In his mind, Amy changed his diapers and pull-ups, so in some ways she was a grown up like his mommy. However, he’d seen her with wet pants and going to the bathroom wearing a diaper, so she must be a kid like him too. He didn’t know how that worked, but he was trying to figure it out as best he could.
“Oh, ummm…no JJ, I don’t wear diapers, that was just a one time thing.” Amy saw the young boy wasn’t understanding this explanation, so she tried again. “I have accidents at night sometimes JJ, like you do, so I wear big girl pull-ups to bed when I’m at home. My mommy couldn’t pick me up last night after you went to bed, so I had to sleep here, but I didn’t have any pull-ups so I borrowed one of your diapers but it didn’t work.” She could see he understood a little more.
“Amy you can have my pull-ups for night nights!” JJ beamed at the opportunity to help his friend Amy who had helped him before many times and played with him when his mommy and daddy were gone. He at least understood she didn’t need diapers like he did sometimes, so she must still be older than him and kind of like his mommy. But she still needed big kid pull-ups like him, so she was a kid too.
Amy cringed at JJ’s offer of his pull-ups, knowing she was already wearing a pair but the over-sized t-shirt was barely covering them. She debated on just telling JJ about the pull-ups, but decided she’d let him believe that she only used his pull-ups at night since he seemed tentatively settled on that idea.
“Thank you JJ, that’s very sweet of you honey. Now, go ahead and play and I’ll see you a little later, ok?” Amy turned to go into the room and await her lower coverings.
“But Amy! You never seen my houses!” The pleading look of little boy cuteness always persuaded her, and this time was no different. She turned and let him take her hand to drag her off to the playroom. As they entered, she could see a mess of Legos in several areas and one middle section with crude structures, each having two stuffed animals nearby. She listened as the boy explained each house and each make-believe couple that was going to move into each house. All the while, she was looking at the sea of pieces which caused her mind to wander off into a Lego-building fantasy. She had enjoyed helping JJ build yesterday, and the events of this morning had left her begging for a distraction. Legos were, in fact, about the best thing to hold Amy’s attention for endless hours. Before long, Amy was sitting on the floor with JJ, starting to put together some of her own creations, all the while showing him new tricks and asking him for help in constructing a massive resort for all the animal couples to come and visit when they wanted a vacation.
Meanwhile, Betty had looked through all the old clothes she could think of, and hadn’t found anything close to Amy’s size. The fact of the matter was that Betty was a slightly overweight woman of 40 and Amy was a slightly petite girl of 16. Their clothing sizes and styles were very far apart. Betty did have some clothes from 20 years ago that might have fit Amy, but after JJ was born she’d realized the large amount of baby weight had put her hopelessly far from ever fitting into those clothes again. Instead of entertaining wishful thinking, she purged her wardrobe and gave everything that didn’t fit to the local Goodwill. At this point, the only option she had that might work was an old pair sweat pants of her husbands with a waist string for tightening. However, the pair looked terrible and smelled of the garage where she’d found them in a bin of work clothes.
As Betty reluctantly took the sad pair of pants up the stairs, she could hear giggling and chatter in JJ’s playroom. Deciding to peak in on them and observe, she could see Amy sitting on the floor next to JJ building something with the Legos. She also noticed that Amy had used the long t-shirt like a tent covering over her enough to completely hide the pull-up. Seeing that the two of them appeared to be having a great time playing together, she decided to leave well enough alone. Rather than introduce yet another struggle into the morning by making Amy wear some ratty old pants, she figured as long as her husband was gone and Amy was content to be upstairs playing with her son, it wouldn’t hurt to forgo the pants for now. Amy’s own clothes would be cleaned and dried in a couple of hours anyway.
As Betty looked at the clock, she noticed that it was nearly 10:00am and she hadn’t heard from Meredith yet on when she’d be coming to pick up Amy. She decided to call and see if there was any progress on the car situation.
“Yes, how are you Betty…I hope Amy isn’t being too much of a hassle since I know she really wanted to come home last night.”
“Well it’s been an interesting morning dearie, but Amy is doing alright. I was wondering though how the car situation is working out, have you gotten the lock taken care of yet?”
“Actually I just got off the phone with that friend of mine that told me about this fix-it man last night. Apparently, he’s helping a neighbor install a garage door opener and he’s going to come help me as soon as he’s done. No time estimate I’m afraid, but how long can it take to install one of those things?”
“Well Amy will be fine here until you can come to pick her up. Just if you would Meredith, let me know if it’s looking like dinner time or later.”
“Oh my I certainly hope not. If it goes that long, I’ll try and get someone else to pick her up. I feel bad enough imposing on you this long. And I’m sorry, but I have to ask, was there something that happened this morning that was my Amy’s fault? It sounded like…”
“I’ll catch you up later on that Meredith. I’ve handled it for now dear.”
“I don’t like the sound of that Betty, but we’ll talk about it later then. Thank you again, I’ll update you as soon as I know something.”
“Of course, thank you dearie. Bye now.”
She didn’t want to admit it, but Betty was somewhat annoyed with Meredith and if she had to cast blame for the wetting situation she would put the blame solely on the shoulders of Meredith, not Amy. It was clear that Amy knew this might happen and tried to handle it with one of JJ’s diapers, so that meant that Meredith obviously was aware of the problem and failed to tell her about it the night before. She suspected that Meredith either was totally oblivious, or intentionally didn’t say anything for fear Amy wouldn’t be allowed to stay the night.
Despite Amy’s ability to keep track of a 3-year-old for a few hours and take care of his basic needs, this situation only further established in Betty’s mind that Amy was still a child and one who had parents of questionable character and standards, at least where Meredith was concerned. She further supposed Amy’s wetting was a product of her parents’ fighting or otherwise not providing a home life conducive for a child to grow and mature within. As children are reflections of their parents, when children misbehave or fail to mature properly, she believed ultimately the parents were largely to blame. Yes, in only a few moments, Betty supposed she had the whole thing figured out.
As for Amy, she wouldn’t punish her for this situation by ending the babysitting relationship. She’d spoken with the cleaning company and they were fairly certain a wetting of the size she described could be cleaned today without much harm to the mattress, so she wasn’t as worried about that anymore. However, she would insist that if Amy was to babysit again into the later parts of the evening, she was to wear a pull-up diaper in case she fell asleep or had to sleep over again. If Amy wouldn’t agree to that, she’d unfortunately have to find someone else. She continued to ponder the situation as she started a load of laundry including Amy’s peed clothes.
While the women were talking and Betty was solving the world’s problems, Amy had completely warmed up to playing Legos with JJ. She was back to her old self of 12, totally immersed in building and tweaking her creations, only this time she had a little playmate with her. For his part, JJ was eating up the attention, considering that his mom did lots of things with him, but rarely played with him directly. His dad on the other hand constantly looked for ways to teach him things and even sat down with him one night using Legos to demonstrate how certain things worked. Most of it was way over the little guy’s head, and somehow Amy was the perfect blend of teacher and playmate. He couldn’t get enough.
Amy was incredibly focused on the engineering problem of their second floor in the resort and how she was going to allow them to have a second floor closing off some access to the first floor while still being able to put little Lego people down there. She decided on making the second floor a partial floor with a balcony-like design so they could still see and interact with the people on the bottom floor. As she got up to get some extra flooring pieces she saw across the room, she gave JJ a view of her crotch and the pull-up she was wearing. Up until now, she’d been using the big shirt to cover her like a tent, but this time JJ saw the pull-up and like any young child he needed to point such things out.
“Amy, you wearing pull-ups?”
“Oh, ummm yeah. Your mommy said I should.” Amy thought briefly about explaining that she didn’t have dry underwear, but right now it didn’t seem to matter. JJ was in a pull-up and so was she, and they were having fun building an awesome resort. Before, she’d been worried he’d think less of her, but the look on his face just confirmed he was only curious and didn’t care what she was wearing. JJ thought she was awesome, and short of her daddy, she didn’t think anyone else in the world shared that opinion right now. And besides all that, she knew his mommy insisted Amy should wear one “just in case” anyway, so after this morning’s events she hardly felt like arguing. Playing with Legos was so much more fun than dealing with adults and their criticisms and all the ways she was required to please them. Amy was content to ignore the adult world for today and instead play with her little buddy JJ until her mother decided to show up.
“It’s ok Amy, I wearing pull-ups too.” The little boy smiled and patted Amy on the leg. Yes, he still loved her and didn’t care if she wore underwear, diapers, or pull-ups. That was the kind of love she wished other people in the world had, and at this moment she didn’t really feel the need to further explain to him that she didn’t need to wear pull-ups for daytime.
As the morning wore on, she realized that they’d been playing for a while and Betty had never returned with pants for her to wear. It seemed odd that she’d not have a single pair of pants in the house that could fit her, but as she looked over at JJ intently connecting a series of pieces together, she saw that he was wearing only a shirt and pull-up just like her. “I guess she doesn’t think I need them.” Amy thought. It only further served to frustrate her about the situation. Not only did Betty think Amy had reason to be wearing pull-ups during the day, but she was content to leave her dressed like her toddler son as well.
Though she didn’t realize what was happening, Amy was beginning to feel the same sort of frustration she had felt with her mother over the years when her mother treated her like she couldn’t make any decisions for herself and didn’t trust her with responsibility. Meredith had claimed Amy needed to earn the responsibility, but Amy often felt the standards were out of her reach so she just gave up, and instead fought her mother to get attention by acting out. Now in her mind, Betty was both controlling the entire situation and insisting that Amy couldn’t make a single decision for herself. It wasn’t her fault, but no one seemed to understand that! If only her mother hadn’t left her there to fend for herself with no Goodnites on top of everything…
JJ noticed that Amy was losing interest in their Lego dream resort and he gently poked her with a little person. “Amy, hey. Hey. Amy!” He persisted until she turned her head towards him.
“Yes JJ, what’s up little guy?”
“Umm…let’s play?” He smiled all too cutely and held up a whole section of wall he’d built just like she’d shown him.
“Oh, good job buddy!” The little boy had succeeded in pulling Amy back into the Lego world for the moment. They continued to finish the second floor and started talking about more floors or perhaps constructing other buildings for their resort. Finally, they settled on other buildings, since Amy didn’t want to have to make yet another difficult engineering decision just yet.
Amy suggested that JJ should put the next building together himself using some of the new techniques she’d taught him. She especially hoped to get him to stop his bad habit of stacking 2s on top of each other, building unsteady walls that weren’t tightly locking to provide stability. “I’m gonna check that when you’re done silly boy.” Amy giggled and tickled him a bit.
“Teehee Amy stop it. Hehehe!” He continued giggling and she continued tickling, enjoying seeing him squirming to get away from her loving torture. Then she noticed his eyes widened slightly and he stopped wiggling the same way, so she stopped as well.
“What’s wrong buddy, did I hurt you?” She hoped she hadn’t made him fall on a rough edge of a Lego piece or something, but she didn’t see any tears.
“I went pee pee. Oopsies.” The boy had a slight frown on his face that told Amy what she suspected was true. Betty had always said “Oopsies” when he had an accident, so he’d copied her for the longest time and it was usually a clear indicator that JJ had had a genuine accident and hadn’t just gotten too busy playing.
“It’s ok buddy, that was probably my fault for tickling you so much. Let me see how much you went.” JJ crawled over into her lap and she felt the front of the pull-up for wetness. “Not too bad kiddo, do you still have to go?”
“No! I wanna build!” Clearly excited by the prospect of building something totally for Amy’s approval, he set about to create another building for the resort. Normally as the babysitter, Amy would have dutifully taken JJ to the potty to make sure he’d actually completely emptied his bladder, but right now she didn’t feel much like a babysitter, and she instead felt like JJ should get to do something he wanted to do instead of following every silly little rule.
Shortly thereafter, Betty came up with a healthy brunch of bananas and peanut butter along with a sippy cup of milk for JJ and a water bottle converted to a milk bottle for Amy, for which she gave a funny look when Betty handed it to her.
“Unless you want yours in a sippy too honey, that’s all I have for your drink other than glasses. There’s really no flat surfaces here and I’m uncomfortable with you two playing and accidentally knocking glasses of milk over onto the carpet.” Amy could mostly see the reasoning, but it still felt like she wasn’t trusted, despite any good sense behind it. Betty left, and the two ate their food and drank their milk while continuing to play.
For the next hour, they built several extra resort buildings and Amy inspected JJ’s building. She saw much room for improvement, but taking his age into consideration, she showered him with praise and enjoyed watching his beaming response to her accolades.
Soon it became time to determine what each part of the resort would be used for. Amy had already been thinking about this, but she wanted her building partner’s input. Much of it was unrealistic (a zoo next to the bedrooms?), but she tried to incorporate as many of his ideas into the project as she could. She was intently focused on making sure that every detail was correct and factoring in JJ’s input that she barely noticed the building pressure in her bladder until she shifted around to take a look at the far side of the main building.
She knew she could hold it for a little while longer, but the discomfort was distracting her from the important decisions she was responsible for making. She was afraid that leaving now she’d lose her ideas and JJ might also lose interest, so she held on for a few more minutes before an impulse popped into her head that hadn’t for a long time.
Not only did she want to stay focused on their project, but in the back of her mind in a place she had temporarily repressed with Legos, she was still very frustrated with the whole day’s situation. She’d done everything she knew how to please her mother and JJ’s mother, and still she was being treated like a child and the only one giving her any attention and consideration was a 3-year-old. The impulse to do something to get an adult’s attention came back to her much the same way she’d gotten her mother’s attention over the years by punishing her with wet beds. Betty had put her in pull-ups, ignoring her insistence that she didn’t need them during the day. Yet, she was expected to stay dry and be a big girl even though she was being treated like a little girl with a similar level of consideration.
All of these thoughts were only partially processing in the front of Amy’s head while she continued to plan and build with JJ. She half-consciously decided that it was ok to be a little girl today since no one seemed to think otherwise anyway. She even started hoping her pull-up would leak and Betty would have to clean up the mess. If she complained, Amy would just act the part that Betty was already creating for her.
A few minutes later, the pang of a full bladder returned, and Amy decided to just let it happen. Instead of clamping down when the next wave hit, she made a half-hearted attempt to close off the impending flood. Soon, Amy felt the trickle of her little girl act warming the pull-up. She continued to put roof pieces together and examine the resort, albeit with a slightly distracted, distant look in her eyes that was too subtle for JJ to pick up on. She finished sooner than she expected, and when she moved from her previous spot on the floor, she didn’t notice any wetness, causing a small frown to spread across her face. No matter, it meant more play time with JJ.
It was now 1:00 in the afternoon and Meredith still didn’t have any options for getting her car unlocked. Apparently this handy man was slow as well as free.
She decided to give Betty a call to let her know she was going to try and get her sister-in-law to pick Amy up. The conversation with Betty was short, but the call to her brother and sister-in-law resulted in a 20 minute conversation about family matters before Meredith could even ask for the favor she had called for. When she did, she was frustrated that her sister-in-law made up some far-fetched excuse about her back bothering her and not wanting to drive for a few days. Apparently her brother was with his daughter Tara at some party and couldn’t be torn away from that either, so that left her with two options. Either she waited on the free option, or quickly paid for someone before it became off-hours again. She decided to wait.
Amy had been sitting in a peed pull-up for nearly two hours. Every once in a while she noticed the clammy feeling on her skin, but she ignored it. She’d never worn a wet Goodnite this long after waking up, so the slightly cold and squishy feeling was a new experience. For that matter, the last couple of times she’d woken up wet, she’d actually noticed that, apart from the frustration of wetting beyond her control, she actually found the Goodnite to be almost cozy, and the squishy feeling against her girl parts was oddly…nice. The pull-up had been even squishier since she’d wet it significantly more than her Goodnites, and she’d caught herself wiggling on the floor enjoying the feeling of the soaked pull-up against her. But that feeling was fading the longer she sat there, being replaced with a clammy lump.
She was debating on changing herself, since she was getting uncomfortable and her plan to annoy Betty was starting to seem like less of a good idea. Her teen mind had again failed to think through things and now she couldn’t decide what she should do. Amy was also suspecting that Betty might still be expecting her to continue to babysit free for the day and take care of JJ and any pull-ups he might need, which she hadn’t. She didn’t have any idea what Betty expected as far as her own pull-up. Another few minutes making some patio furniture near the resort pool, and then she’d take care of both their pull-ups.
The cleaning crew had left shortly after 1:00 and it was now nearly 2:00. Betty knew it was going to be a late lunch, but she still felt like serving lunch even if dinner was at 6. She hadn’t checked in on the kids for several hours, but she knew they’d be fine together considering Amy was babysitting after all. This allowed her to enjoy some personal time after the cleaning crew visit. As she was heating up soup, she considered whether or not Amy would be handling JJ’s potty needs considering her own episode. For that matter, she briefly thought to make sure Amy was dry, but she quickly dismissed that thought as silly, realizing the pull-up was really just Amy’s underwear for the day and a remote precautionary measure. She determined to check JJ for herself, however, when she went up to call the kids down for lunch in a few minutes.
The soup was set out on the table to cool and the rest of the table was set including JJ’s booster seat. Heading upstairs, she heard the familiar sound of her son’s giggles and Amy’s chatter indicating the two of them were still very much enjoying the Legos. As she entered the room, they were so focused that it took them a second to even look up at her, but finally JJ bounced with excitement, wanting to tell his mommy about all the amazing things they had built together.
Betty took this opportunity to announce that it was time for a potty break which meant a pull-up check. JJ immediately began to whine.
“I don’t wanna, wanna play pweeeease mommy…” He started picking up Legos, thinking by doing so his mommy would just ignore her previous idea of potty time and move on with life. His 3-year-old hopes were quickly dashed.
“No JJ, it’s time for you to be a good little boy and come to mommy sweetheart.” Betty was caring, but stern.
“I don’t wanna, do Amy first!” He hadn’t meant to throw his best buddy under the bus, but he just had. Amy blushed suddenly, and Betty assumed it was because she was embarrassed that JJ knew about her pull-ups and was pointing it out. However, she also saw a quick opportunity to show JJ that Amy was dry and get back to taking care of her little man who appeared to be wet. Betty stepped up the sugar in what she meant as a show intended for JJ.
“Ok, come here Amy honey, let me check your pull-up to see if you went pee pees.” Betty gave a slight knowing look at Amy, assuming she’d realize it was a show intended for JJ. However, Amy’s reaction was far from what Betty expected.
“No, I’m dry…I didn’t go pee pee Mrs. Chadwick.” Amy knew that came out sounding silly, but she was focusing on not crying or appearing guilty and the events of the morning combined with the last four hours of playing Legos with a 3-year-old and wetting her pull-up had moved her solidly out of her babysitter role. Suddenly she felt every bit the guilty child in a wet pull-up.
“Amy dear it’s ok, I just need to make sure you’re dry…and then you can get right back to playing.” Once again, the show and tone were for JJ’s benefit, but Amy still showed a pouty look of frustration and worry she was unable to hide, despite looking away from Betty and idly keeping her hands busy with Legos.
“Check JJ first, you said you would start with him!” Amy burst out, moments from tears. She was returning the favor to JJ who had ratted her out.
Betty didn’t understand why the girl wasn’t catching on. At this point, she figured she’d have to go check her anyway or JJ would call foul for letting her off, but as soon as Amy was pronounced dry she’d be back to JJ and Amy’s confusion would be cleared up.
Betty moved over to Amy and knelt down beside her, quickly lifting up one edge of the large shirt to reveal the pull-up before Amy could react. When she saw the bulge of a soaked pull-up, the woman was first surprised and then suddenly understanding of why Amy was reacting as she was. Betty wasn’t completely sure what to think of this development, but somehow the jump from bedwetter to pants-wetter wasn’t much of a stretch for her. What she had was a child with a wetting problem, and her mothering was always quick to kick in any time the situation required it.
“Oh dear honey, it seems you did go pee pee. Let’s get you changed Amy.” Betty reached out her hand for the girl to take, but Amy pulled her hand back and folded both her arms in defiance.
“I didn’t go pee pee!” Amy knew it sounded stupid, but for some reason she had to contradict everything this woman was saying.
“Amy dear, I’ve seen many wet diapers and pull-ups, and I know what they look like. I know it’s been a rough day for you and you probably were so focused on playing with JJ that you didn’t notice you had to go so bad, right?”
Desperately needing an out and frustrated at her lack of forethought, Amy’s clouded head saw this as the out she needed. Certainly she couldn’t tell the woman that she could have made it to the bathroom if she had really wanted to. Looking slowly up to Betty with a tear in her eye, she nodded slowly before putting her head back down.
“It’s ok sweetheart, I’m just glad now that I decided to have you wear pull-ups today. Now, are you going to be a big girl and come with me for a change?” Betty wasn’t completely aware of her tone and word choice, but subconsciously she’d further re-categorized Amy and now spoke to her much as she would a child struggling with her potty training.
Amy knew in the back of her mind that something wasn’t right, but she was too lost in the situation to put it all together. Truth be told, she was sick of this clammy diaper. She wanted out of it and Betty was taking her to get changed. As they entered JJ’s room, Betty walked over to the changing table and reached underneath for a fresh pull-up, a tube of cream, and the baby wipes.
“Now honey, I know you know how to do this, so I’ll leave you to it. Make sure you wipe yourself clean and put cream on so you don’t get a rash, ok?”
“Yes ma’am.” Amy answered without much thought and took the objects before looking them over. She’d used them many times for JJ, but never for herself. At this point, it didn’t much matter…she wanted out of this pull-up and she was getting her wish, albeit not in the way she had originally envisioned.
She removed the sodden garment, letting it fall to the floor before grabbing some wipes and cleaning herself. Finally, after applying salve, she opened up the new, dry pull-up and stepped into it. As she was turning to leave, Betty came into the room carrying JJ towards the changing table. Amy continued walking and was almost out of the room when she heard…
“Amy! Is this where we put our dirty pull-ups?” She raised her voice and pointed to the floor where Amy’s wet pull-up had fallen. Amy had meant to pick it up after cleaning herself, but the whole experience was very new for her and she’d forgotten.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I’ll get it.” She moved towards the changing table, but Betty had already grabbed up the used pull-up and added it to the diaper pail.
“It’s ok honey, you did a good job changing yourself after your accident, I’m sorry for yelling at you.” Betty’s frustration quickly subsided and she hoped the small apology would make Amy know she wasn’t angry with her. “Lunch is ready Amy, we’ll be down as soon as we get JJ all cleaned up.”
Amy nodded and headed downstairs. Though only a small bit of praise from Betty, it made Amy feel good to be praised for something in her entire time at the Chadwick house. She entered the dining room and found a spot at the table. Soon, everyone was sitting at the table and they had a relatively uneventful lunch, though Amy certainly enjoyed Betty’s cooking. After lunch, the phone rang and Betty went to answer it. A moment after answering, she covered the phone with her hand, asking Amy to help clean JJ up and indicating that the two of them could go back upstairs and play.
It was Amy’s mom on the phone telling Betty that she’d be over around 5:00 to pick Amy up. After a brief exchange of details over the locked car situation, the conversation ended and Betty went about her household duties. The children played a while longer and at 4:00 Betty went up to check on them. Without the fanfare of last time, she checked JJ who was still dry, but instructed him to use the potty just in case, and she followed him there to help him if he needed it. Once they were back, Betty asked Amy to come into the room she’d slept in for a few moments, leaving JJ to play by himself for a bit.
When they entered, Betty took Amy over to the stripped bed and showed her the cleaned mattress.
“The cleaning crew did a fine job…they said it’s as good as new, so you don’t have to worry.”
“Oh, I’m glad it’s ok…I didn’t want to ruin anything Mrs. Chadwick.”
“I know honey, you couldn’t help it. And I did want to talk to you about a few things. But first, are you dry? Please tell me the truth Amy, I shouldn’t have to check a big girl like you if you have an accident.”
“No, I’m dry…promise.”
“Ok, that’s good to know. Amy honey, I have to be honest that I’m a little concerned about you continuing to babysit JJ after today.” She could see the look of dread and frustration spreading over the girl’s face, just as she added: “But as long as you obey a few rules for me, I think we can allow you to keep watching JJ for now.” Amy’s eyes lit up immediately.
“Well, you seem to know that you’re a bedwetter at least since you tried to use one of JJ’s diapers, so I assume you wear diapers at home, is that right?”
“Umm, I wear Goodnites to bed, they’re like pull-ups.”
“Yes honey, I’m familiar with them and they probably fit you better than JJ’s pull-ups, right?”
“Ok, well you know the house rules about keeping things in as good or better shape than when you left. So that means we can’t have any accidents on our carpets or furniture. So from now on, if you want to come over to watch JJ, you’ll need be wearing your Goodnites and bringing a change or two in case you have trouble making it to the potty or have to stay overnight.”
Amy wasn’t sure what her parents would think about this, but she was sure they would be hearing about the day’s events anyway, so it seemed like something there was no point in fighting if she could still keep the job.
“I guess that’ll be ok.”
“Very good then, and there’s one more thing I want to make clear. You need to be good about changing yourself if you wet. Check yourself every time you check JJ in case you don’t notice your accident when it happens. You need to make sure you do, because the next time something gets soaked honey…I won’t be able to continue letting you watch JJ.”
“Yes ma’am.” Amy wasn’t thinking too much about the rules, she just wanted to say what she needed to say to keep the job and she now realized just how close her little stunt had been to getting her fired. But at this point, if she’d been told to juggle kittens to keep the job, she’d probably have agreed to it regardless of whether or not she could make good on her promise. Not only did she need the money, but she’d had more fun today than she’d had in months and she didn’t want to give that up either.
“Well then, your mother will be here in 45 minutes, so why don’t you put these on and go play with JJ until she gets here.” Following her direction to the chair in the corner, Amy noticed her jeans and underwear neatly folded and sitting on the chair. Taking the items, she moved to the bathroom to change.
“Oh and Amy, please leave that pull-up on until you leave…just in case, ok sweetie?”
“Ok, yes ma’am.” Again, Amy wasn’t really listening, just acknowledging. She had half a mind to ignore her and leave the pull-up off knowing she wouldn’t have another “accident” today, but with the off-chance that Betty decided to check her, she didn’t want to risk immediately losing the job either.
Soon 5:00 rolled around and Amy was saying her goodbyes to JJ. A few moments after, Amy got into her mother’s car and they headed home. Just as they were merging onto the highway, Meredith broke the silence.
“So honey, did you have any problems with your bedwetting last night?”