Infants diaper bags

My friend (26 f) and her fiance (47-50? Not sure M) have been having a lot of relationship issues. She never really sees her friends and it feels a lot like he doesnt want her to have friends, hes pretty useless, probably changed 3 poopy diapers in the span of 2 years and 3 months. He is quite manipulative and standoffish. But im not saying my friend does not have flaws of her own, they obviously have a lot of resentment towards eachother.
On Thursday I went to her house as I havent seen her or bub in months and we had a glass of wine, i am usually good for two glasses and able to drive but her expensive wine was too much for my body and I realised I couldnt drive home after one drink. So she offered for me to sleep over, I have been meaning to do this anyway so that I can learn her buns night routine so i can babysit for her if needed. I said okay because I had work the next morning and wasnt able to afford the 45 minute uber home and back in the morning to get my car. So in the end we decided to just finish the bottle. We were tipsy/semi drunk, i remember the whole night as I am not a light weight, where as she is very skinny and was on her way to drunk but not quite there.
We mainly played with bub (fiance wasnt home until 7pm) and throughout the night we sat downstairs and caught up and chatted. Her bub woke up screaming at about 11:30 do we went up to calm her and put her back to sleep (albiet badly as we were not sober) my friend ended up bring bub to bed with het and fiance and I was heading to bed when I realised we had accidentally switched phones. (Please know i am aware i should not have entered their room without express permission but in sullied mind i thought this is gonna take legit 10 seconds to switch our phone) mine was on her bedside table so, in order not to just randomly walk into theor room i told fiance im just coming in quickly to switch our phones, i placed hers on her charging pad on the bedside table where mine previously was. And crept back out (because bub was in bed sleeping and friend was downstairs doing something idk) then i went to bed.
Got up at 5:30 the next day and left for home and went to work. She was messaging me saying fiance was really mad and was stating I slammed into the room and threw her phone at him being really loud. I doubted myself for a second but thought no, because I remember the whole night, and even if i was black out drunk the worst i would ever do is stumble and maybe talk a little louder then i thoight i was.
I told her to apologise to fiance for me in the case i was loud by accident and for entering the room withoit explicit permission.
On Saturday i had a mutal friend of ours over to play a ages 5 and up riddle game and drink (no way we are gonna be able to do a normal mystery solving game whilst drinking lmao) and we had invited my friend too. She said she really wanted to come but didnt want to upset fiance. We said that in any relationship, why would wanting to spend a night with your friends ve something that would upset him. Its as if he is feeling like having to take care of their child alone, one time, was a huge burden for him, keep in mind she does everything for bub, usually without help.
She said she wanted to come and he responded by saying "fine if you want to leave then im leaving" got dressed and went out to the pub with his mates, leaving her by herself with the bub. So me and other friend said to just cone iver and bring bubba with her, so she did.
Important to know, she takes her ring off at night because its uncomfortable for her to sleep in, he knows this, and it has never been an issue, she had already taken her ring off to bath bub and put her to bed so when she came over she wasnt wearing it. Was a simple mistake. He became irate with her and advised over text that they were done and that she has to move in with her mum and take baby with her. She was obviously very upset but didnt want to reply whilst angry without thinking it through first and he was spam messaging her saying hes packing her stuff and bubs stuff and she has to get out.
Shes now at my house, because her mum and other friend lives over an hour away from bubs daycare. But I absolutely am so happy she and bub is here and safe with me. I would have always offered anyway regardless of distance.
But I am exhausted and she is exhausted and I dont know what to do to help. I am also not used to having a toddler around at all. I am disabled and so I have limitations for caring for a toddler for an extended period of time. She is doing everything herself but i dont want to just sit on the couch while she does everything (unpacking the random assortment of things she needed and stuffed into bags in a hurry and taking care of bub) so i am extremely run down and its been less then 24 hours.
I am not suggesting nor do I want them to leave in any aspect. I was just wondering if anyone has advise.
Fiance also cut off her card, which obviously she uses to buy things for bub and herself to live. I dont make very much money so cannot contribute unfortunately. He said extremely upsetting things like he is not going to pay for her schooling and will send a miniscule amount per month (he is very wealthy and practically convinced friend to be a stay at home mum with no form of income) I said to her that thisnis finacial abuse and if this is serious and sticks then she has a right to an amount that keeps bub in the same level of living conditions she was in whilst together. I dont really want them to get back together to be honest, everyone wants them to split. But this isnthe opposite of the way to do it. And he has money to get a fancy lawyer in the case this goes to family court, whereas she does not.
I am scared that the situation is traumatic for bub and I dont know what I can do to make things better.
This is barely scraping the surface but any advice would be appreciated.
Thank you.

Thought this may help someone out there who can’t remember what to buy so here is basically everything I bought - [ ] Zip up pajamas - [ ] Velcro swaddle - [ ] Baby carrier - [ ] Diaper bag - [ ] Rocker - [ ] Play mat/gym - [ ] Bassinet - [ ] Teething toy - [ ] Rectal thermometer - [ ] Electric nasal aspirator - [ ] Pacifier clips - [ ] Crinkle toy - [ ] Car seat - [ ] Stroller - [ ] Baby bottles - [ ] Electric nail file - [ ] Infrared thermometer - [ ] Sensory toy set - [ ] tummy time Baby mirror - [ ] Tummy time high contrast toy - [ ] Tummy time inflatable mat - [ ] Portable breast pump - [ ] Baby wipes - [ ] Vitamin d drops - [ ] Baby toothbrush - [ ] Baby lotion - [ ] Baby bath thermometer - [ ] Postpartum recovery kit (witch hazel pads, disposable underwear, perineal ice packs, perineal cooling foam) - [ ] Onesies - [ ] Mittens - [ ] Diaper rash cream - [ ] First aid kit - [ ] Baby wash - [ ] Baby oil - [ ] Baby laundry detergent - [ ] Petroleum jelly - [ ] Gas relief drops - [ ] Infant Tylenol - [ ] Manual breast pump - [ ] Hokka milk collector - [ ] Pacifiers - [ ] Diaper rash cream applicator - [ ] Diapers - [ ] Socks - [ ] Baby pants - [ ] Baby bath - [ ] Baby wipes - [ ] Bibs - [ ] Muslin swaddle blankets - [ ] Receiving blankets - [ ] Baby towel with hood - [ ] Baby wash cloth - [ ] Baby clothes hangers - [ ] Burp cloths - [ ] Baby swing - [ ] Breast milk storage bags - [ ] Tooth and gum wipes - [ ] Breast pump wipes - [ ] Portable breast milk cooler - [ ] Bassinet mattress protector - [ ] Nursing/pumping bras - [ ] Pajamas - [ ] Bassinet sheets - [ ] Baby cap - [ ] Peri bottle - [ ] Dermoplast spray - [ ] Lanolin cream - [ ] Cooling gel nipple pads - [ ] Menstrual pads - [ ] Portable changing pad - [ ] Bottle warmer - [ ] Baby wipe warmer
Things I have not yet bought or other things I haven’t bought but may help you - [ ] High chair - [ ] Sound machine - [ ] Silicone dish set (suction bottom) - [ ] Push pop feeder - [ ] Hemorrhoid cream - [ ] Sitz bath - [ ] Pacifier medicine syringe - [ ] Oogiebear booger picker - [ ] Nursing pillow - [ ] Sleep sack - [ ] Soothing gum gel - [ ] Gripe water - [ ] Car seat safety mirror (or camera) - [ ] Baby monitor - [ ] Owlet dream sock
Things to consider including in your hospital bag - [ ] Clothes for baby - [ ] Bibs - [ ] Burp clothes - [ ] Recieving blankets - [ ] Diapers - [ ] Baby wipes - [ ] Diaper rash cream - [ ] Petroleum jelly - [ ] Baby bottles - [ ] Formula - [ ] Pacifiers - [ ] Shampoo - [ ] Conditioner - [ ] Body wash - [ ] Face wash - [ ] Feminine wash - [ ] Postpartum essentials - [ ] Pajamas - [ ] Underwear - [ ] Shirts - [ ] Socks - [ ] Pants - [ ] Deodorant - [ ] Toothbrush - [ ] Toothpaste - [ ] Hairbrush - [ ] Ponytail holder - [ ] Makeup - [ ] Folder for documents - [ ] Menstrual pads
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This past week was my 3.5 month olds first week at daycare as I just went back to work after maternity leave. I was fully expecting to have a mental breakdown and miss my baby and feel like I was a bad mom abandoning her infant so young. I was told by SO MANY moms how hard it was for them. But I took her and it was…. Fine. Better even. I was getting tired of doing nothing but feed my baby, change diapers, and watch daytime TV. I had adult conversations in the office, got out of the house. I also work from home 3x/week and my job is relatively chill so being home without a baby was refreshing. I took a nap, I cleaned the house. It’s so much easier multitasking while working than while caring for an infant.
Is this a normal sentiment or am I a sociopath?

I’m a FTM traveling on a plane for the first time with my 5 month old EBF infant. I’m very nervous. Plus my mom brain is making me feel like I am downright dumb.
The first flight is about two hours, we have a layover that is about an hour, and then the next flight is three hours. So six hours of traveling. I did not buy an additional seat for my daughter, so she will be sitting in my lap the whole time. She doesn’t take a pacifier. She’s a pretty chill baby, but I’m not sure how she will like flying. How can I be prepared?
So strollers and car seats are free to check, but is it safe? If carseats are unusable/unsafe after a car accident, how are they still safe if a teenage kid throws it into the cargo bay? I don’t understand this.
I’m hoping to check my stroller and car seat for free. I have the Grace click & connect stroller. Do I do that at the gate? How does it work? Am I able to walk around the airport with my stroller?
I’m going to bring one carry on bag, how will that work if I’m holding her? Do I have to ask someone to put it in the overhead bin for me and hope they will be kind? I’m panicking about this.
Here’s what I’ve thought of so far:
I already have chosen my seats, the very back of the plane and aisle seats. So I can get up and walk around to sooth her or go to the bathroom with ease. Making sure to bring my stroller fan w/ portable charger because planes are HOT.
I overthink a lot and also struggle with pp OCD, so I really need your ideas and tips. What I should make sure I keep with me vs packed? Really any advice really!! Thank you!

First time mom packing our hospital bags, probably a bit late at 36 weeks but I truly feel so unprepared. I’m always a light packer on trips and this feels the same. So far I’ve got some comfy clothes, basic toiletries, and snacks for me. For baby girl I’ve got some newborn clothes and swaddles. I assume the hospital will provide diapers? For both of us! What else do I need to bring? Any moms who have done this before, what do you wish you would have packed/what is the best thing you did bring? My husband and I are very practical and want to pack as efficiently as possible.

I can't be the only one on this sub traveling with little kids, so I wanted to share this recommendation because it's been GREAT. Here is my review of the RideSafer harness and the TravelSmarter booster seat combo for 1.5 bag travel. We have used this in the US & the UK, with a 5 year old.
Why did we use the RideSafer? I have numerous friends who've been burned renting a car seat (i.e. seat wasn't there when they arrived, was super dirty, was sized for an infant when they have a toddler... etc). When he was smaller, we traveled with the Cosco Scenera Next, and that seat is GREAT if you are traveling with a baby or toddler. Travel seats for preschoolers are significantly heavier and/or more complex/fiddly (e.g. the Mifold HiFold). Many 4-6 year olds aren't mature enough to use a booster alone (more info on that here: https://csftl.org/harness-or-booster). My kid is pretty good, but I don't like having to be the posture police while driving.
The RideSafer is a vest that positions the seat belt so it can safely protect kids, similar to a booster in theory but the tethe harness combo makes it easier for little kids to remain in an appropriate position at all times. It even kept my kiddo in the right position when he fell asleep. Its optional in the US, but for the UK we had to combine the harness with the company's travel backless booster seat as boosters are approved in the UK by the RideSafer is not when used alone. This has the added benefit of lifting my kid a little so he can see out the car window. The harness is very easy to move between vehicles, and would be useful if you take ubers/taxis (have moved a giant Britax into an Uber - not ideal. )
For travel, the vest packs small enough to fit in a suitcase (you can't use the RideSafer on the plane. ) The booster comes with a little backpack - we used it as my kid's carry-on and put both the booster and the harness inside. They're extremely light and met IcelandAir carry-on requirements. I suppose you could check the backpack, but this is a one bag sub and either way, I avoid checking car seats after Iberia lost my stroller years ago - they returned it eventually but it was pretty beat up!
Here is the best feature for my family. My kiddo gets motion sickness. We were driving on a tiny Scottish road and he unfortunately barfed all over the harness and booster. I have had to clean car seats in hotel bathrooms under similar circumstances - it is awful, there are a zillion pieces, some of them don't come off for easy washing, they have tiny crevices you need to clean out with toothpicks. With the RideSafer, I was able to soak the whole harness and the boosters cover in the bathtub with mild soapy water, rinse well, hang to dry, and everything was in perfect condition + totally dry within 24h.
I know I sound like an ad for the RideSafer, so some cons. There is a learning curve to using the harness. In some countries, this thing isn't approved alone (so must be paired with a booster) or at all. It's not approved for use on planes. It's expensive. Some kids could DEFINITELY unhook this thing from the seat belt - my kid doesn't do this, but if your child likes to unbuckle their car seat while you're driving, this isn't for you. Sizing is confusing - my husband had to call the company we purchased from to confirm. There are many random kids seat belt harness dupes online - especially on Amazon and they are generally NOT safe to use.
In summary, I think this is a great option for traveling light with kids - especially if you're in the US or Canada where you can use the harness alone. We'll also use it at home as a backup seat when friends visit and need to ride in our car. Hope this is helpful to other parents on this sub!

Walking my dog on a nice warm day.
Intermittently texting my friend about something. I pass by a man in a fluorescent yellow-green construction style jacket. He’s got a clipboard.
And a camo print ski mask.
It takes me a few more steps to realize that it’s highly unusual he’s wearing a ski mask. And in fact every inch of him is covered up vs me in flip flops and a T shirt.
I pretend to be busy on my phone and I spy him grabbing a box and some plastic-bagged item (yes, a la Amazon) from the row of townhomes, put them in his trunk (just a regular sedan).
I take a peek at his clipboard- it’s a blank sheet…
At this point I’m stopped at a mini park with benches 20-30 steps away so that it’s not obvious that I’ve stopped to observe him. I’m continuously pretending to be preoccupied with my phone by typing gibberish into the notes app. I wanted to catch a video of him just in case, but I was way too scared to lift/tilt my phone just-so to get identifiable info (eg. his license plate).
After he drives away I go to the apartment building that the townhouses are managed by to tell the guard. The guard is not present at the time so a female resident with an infant and an older looking fellow lets me in through the front door. They ask me why I need to talk to the guard. I tell them I saw something suspicious by the townhouses and described what I saw. I said maybe the guard would like to know this, in case they have cameras around there or at the least to inform the residents of those houses why their packages may be missing.
Turns out the old timer works in the building in some capacity and is real enthusiastic in informing me and the other lady that “they’re called porch pirates”. The other lady’s mind is blown by this, she looks at him like he’s a prophet and asks follow up questions. He doesn’t even ask specifically where I saw this happen before he exclaims that “they’ll never catch them, it’s pointless to tell anybody about it.”
I tell him I and my neighbors had multiple packages going missing when I lived in the very very big city just south of our county and even been broken into and we would all have appreciated people letting us know if it were likely a theft to at least avoid wasting time looking for them (or to encourage LL to up security eg. Cameras). Inform him I’m fine with waiting for the guard.
He goes, “look if you really want to, go ahead, but it’s a waste of time” and adds “That’s what they do for a living”. Me genuinely trying to understand, I ask “so are you saying that we should just leave them be?”.
I kinda cringed at this because it came off really passive aggressive, but that wasn’t my intention. I just wanted to parse out his motive for being seemingly adamant about discouraging me from talking to the guard- perhaps he did have the general belief that those less fortunate who resort to stealing to get by should be shown grace since their impact on the wealthy(er) is minimal? Like I was willing to have discourse, see his perspective, and be convinced. But both he and the lady were gasp aghast.
At this point I’m tired of this. From my perspective, I went out of my way to be potentially helpful to this community and this guy really made it seem like he had graciously condescended to speak with me.
I, smiling and very politely, tell him that I trust his wisdom on this so I’ll take his advice and get on with my day.
I dunno why but suddenly he shifts 180 and says I should wait for the guard. That, depending on where this is there may be cameras.
I’m like “ehhh, if it’s just to humor me and it won’t be helpful to anyone as you say. I’m alright.”
Walk back out with my dog. My parting greeting was “Good luck!”
Again, in retrospect that could be interpreted as sassy. In my defense, English isn’t my first language and even though I am fluent and can write well for academic and work purposes, sometimes I don’t have the best social phrases cued up…
Idk why that guy’s just bumming about in the lobby meddling with things. At least, as annoying as he was, since he works there I can tell myself that I informed an employee.

Hello!
Looking for a luxe recommendation for a cross body to wear day to day. Would prefer something easier to clean and more durable than leather. Looking to upgrade my lululemon crossbody for nicer outings with my kids now that I don’t need the full diaper bag.

I went to Farmers Market this morning with my 6mo old. I had an epiphany that I need a mini diaper bag for a handful of things. We took his normal diaper bag and it was just too much to carry. We had his stroller, tush baby and LO ended up in his wearable carrier. It’s only the second time being in the carrier so I was unsure if he would love it, but he did. From then on I decided the carrier with tush baby and a SMALL bag is all we need. I know it STILL seems like a lot, but baby steps, pun intended.
I would like to throw a couple diapers, wipes, change of clothes and a bottle in the bag. I am a horrible over packer for what if’s, but even the amount of stuff I took drove me crazy, lol!
I decided that all of the extra “what if” stuff could stay in a container in the back of my car. If we absolutely needed something from there, someone could run back and get it.
Does anybody have any recommendation of a brand or style they love?

I am 50m am a travel RN and recently brought my GF34 and child 1yo to my current location for a few months. Since we had to travel with the infant and all that entails IE: portable crib, clothes, diapers, etc etc. we decided to take her vehicle across country. approximately 2500 miles. She decided it might be a good time to trade said vehicle in as it was approaching 90,000 miles.
She did all this research on dealerships that we might encounter along the way as well as several dealerships in the area we would be staying. Ultimately she decided trading the vehicle didn't make financial sense at this time for her.
So then she proceeded to tell me that I owed her the cost of shipping the vehicle back to her home because she didn't plan on putting the return miles on the car. About 1500-2000 to ship it back. She and the child flew back to her home state and I tagged along so that it would be easier on everyone involved. I have declined to pay for the shipping of her car and offered to drive it back. AITA?

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• Europe
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I didn’t know breastfeeding would be so hard. I had a scheduled c-section on Thursday at 8 AM, and in retrospect, I don’t think I fed my baby anything until Friday at 4 AM.
Lactation nurses came to my room to help the baby latch on, but he would cry so much (his face/body turning red), or if he got latched on with the help but he would fall asleep and stop sucking.
He did have 5 wet diapers but no bowl movement on Day 1. I didn’t even think about asking for formula bottles because I thought he got something from my breasts due to wet diapers.
The baby became inconsolable around Friday, 2-3 AM, and my husband went home to bring a formula bottle. The sterilization/bottles/pumps are all still in boxes because I thought I would breastfeed. Anyway, I asked the nurse for a formula bottle, and thankfully, they had individually packaged the formula bottle.
And the baby chugged it down and slept well. I felt so guilty thinking how hungry he must’ve been!
Honestly, I couldn't be as attentive to the baby because I ended up with a medical issue myself - unable to meet urine output after the c-section from the catheter bag - they kept me on the catheter longer and kept giving me fluid IV bags (5 total) and making me drink water to increase urine output. I still couldn't meet the criteria, but that's another story. I think my bladder just became “paralyzed” with the spinal nerve block anesthesia.

The new gift-specific dialogue from the 1.6 update has me absolutely tickled pink! This one especially… I also haven’t practiced my creative writing in a while, and I decided it needed to happen sooner rather than later, so here, have a short story! Sorry if it's boring… I’m a little rusty!
“A Gift From The Void”
It was only yesterday… No one was quite sure where it had come from. There had been a sinister cackling noise ringing through the night air and Abigail had mentioned seeing an unidentifiable shape soaring through the sky during her walk home from the cemetery. The townsfolk gossiped and speculated about what it could have been that evening, but by the next morning they still hadn’t come to any reasonable explanation. It was only yesterday, and yet the entire village seemed to have already put it out of their minds and moved on. The scandal and chatter following the “Anchovy Soup Incident” at the Summer Luau several years back had lasted far longer than this… Even now Sam was still getting sideways glances whenever he got within a 20 foot radius of the soup cauldron, but this just blows over in less than a day? The priorities of small town people were strange.
Things had gone back to that same semblance of backwater, middle-of-nowhere kind of normal, and now the night had become just the same as any other Friday evening. Sebastian was playing a round of billiards with Sam, and while Sam was preoccupied with lining up the cue with his intended target ball, the farmer strolled into the saloon and up to the bar. Heads turned and raised to the newcomer for a moment before returning to whatever it was that had been previously holding their attention. Sebastian caught the sudden flourish of movement out of his periphery, but didn’t pay it much mind. The farmer ordered a coffee and a plate of the night’s special, and struck up a conversation with Gus about a peculiar egg that had materialized in their coop seemingly out of nowhere the night before. Apparently they’d decided to tuck it away into the incubator and wait to see what… if anything hatched from it.
Sebastian had never really been one to eavesdrop, but the wait for Sam to make his move was becoming boring, and sometimes the stories that passed around the saloon on Friday evenings got interesting depending on who all was involved. The story didn’t really go too far into detail. The farmer poked at their food until it had cooled enough to not scald the inside of their mouth, then they took a few bites before bringing up the events of the previous evening. What first started off as a funny story seemed to turn into some deep discussion with Gus about the mysteries of life. Eventually, Willy and Elliott were caught up in the mirth and it turned into a medley of strange tales from faraway lands and once-upon-a-times. Obviously exaggerated sightings of fearsome creatures on a midnight stormy sea, legends of colossal white whales, references to works written by masters of the mystery genre, as well as some from a trashy neo-noir novel or two that had probably been picked up from a bookstore clearance shelf.
Willy stroked his beard and mused about some daring battle between himself and a fish of questionable proportions that seemed to grow larger each time he told the story. Sebastian had heard this one before. The fight over the line had gone on for over an hour before the shadow of the fish rose near to the surface, and just before Willy could land the monster of a catch, it dove below again, taking the whole fishing rod overboard and nearly Willy himself with it.
Elliott gulped down the last few swigs of ale in his tankard, slapped the farmer firmly on the back, snorted and chuckled in an ungraceful yet jolly display that only ever crept out of him when he’d had a bit too much to drink.
“That fish becomes more miraculous each time he talks about it!” Elliott shook his head and smiled as he leaned almost a little too far forward. There was a slight sway to his posture and he tried to straighten his body back in line with the barstool. “To life, and her many little silly tricks of fate, my friends!” he declared. He raised the empty mug, and with his free hand, delicately tucked a few strands of stray hair behind his ear with the tips of his fingers. He rested his elbow back on the bar before he could lose his balance and sighed contently. Elliott’s cheeks were practically glowing red at this point and it was a wonder that he wasn’t slurring his words yet.
“Aye, you’ve all heard my fish story haven’t ye?” Willy chuckled. “How ‘bout the one about the Baba Yaga?” the farmer’s head tilted and they gazed curiously at the fisherman. Willy rested his foot on the crossbar of the barstool, lifted the rim of his hat out of his line of sight, and leaned into the counter. “Some know ‘er as the cannibal witch… others say she’s just a misunderstood haggard ol’ woman who lives alone out in woods or marshes. It’s said she lives a rickety old house that stands on chicken feet, and she likes to lure weary travelers into ‘er home, only to gobble ‘em up once they let their guard down. Apparently she’s especially fond of the taste of children…” He laughed in a hoarse tone and made strange spider-like gestures with his calloused hands as if he were telling campfire stories to a group of kids. The farmer’s nose wrinkled at the outlandish notion of some feral old woman devouring toddlers, and Willy laughed heartily at their reaction. “I think that last part the parents like to add into the story to frighten the little ones. It keeps ‘em from wondering into the forests and swamps alone at night.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes and glanced back to the pool table. He watched the cue ball clack into the twelve before the twelve bounced off the barriers in the corner of the table and rolled slowly to a stop on the felt surface without pocketing. Sam huffed and stood back upright.
“You really aren’t very good at this, are you?” Seb chimed as he returned his full attention to the game at hand. Sam grinned and laughed.
“Nope!”
“Watch and learn….” Sebastian took aim at the cue ball, and after a single firm strike, drove it into the tiny gap between the two and seven. The cue stopped hard, but the two and seven sped to the opposite corners of the foot of the table, each dropping into one of the corner pockets simultaneously. Sam scoffed and paced about the pool room, but looked back over his shoulder just in time to catch Sebastian with a triumphantly cheeky grin on his face. Sam clicked his tongue and lightly thumped the base of his cue stick into the floorboards.
“Show-off…” he mumbled.
Elliott lifted the rim of the empty vessel to his lips, then chuckled again as he noticed the absence of ale and gestured it in Gus’ direction.
“Good sir, my glass is empty and…. I’m a writer!”
“Maybe you should stop for tonight…” the farmer interjected. “You won’t be sober enough to start your next chapter in the morning!” Elliott rolled his eyes and leaned against the bar counter. He tried to give one of his best theatrically exasperated sighs, but when the exhale turned into a case of the hiccups, they knew he was down for the count. He smiled defiantly and tried his best to look dignified through the sudden spasms in his diaphragm and soused thousand yard stare.
“I-am fiiine… ne’re betta’…”
“…..Aaaand, there he goes…” Leah giggled from the end of the bar counter. “It’s like dropping a ton of bricks on a peach.”
“I oughtta’ help the ol’ scallywag home, I s’pose!” Willy groaned as he stood from the bar stool. He smiled as he hoisted one of Elliott’s arms over his shoulders and stood him up from the bar stool. “C’mon you menace… Let’s get ya home before you make a fool of yourself in front of all the lassies!” he chuckled. Sam took a moment to appreciate the situation at the bar counter. He shook his head and laughed, then took another shot at the 12 and missed horribly yet again.
“Easy does it there!” Emily cooed as she cleared away the empty tankard. “Try not to drop him too hard!” Elliott wobbled towards the door as Willy struggled to keep him upright, and just before they stepped out into the lukewarm summer evening, the farmer waved one last farewell and called out to the well marinated dandy-man as he staggered away.
“Nighty-night! Sleep tight, Rapunzel!” they chirped. Elliot responded to the joke by blowing an overly exaggerated kiss over his shoulder and daintily waiving his fingertips at the company in the saloon, then he nearly tripped over himself as he turned back to the path home. A couple of snorts, giggles and guffaws rose up over the music and chatter in the saloon and quickly melted back into the white noise once the moment passed.
Seb looked Sam in the eyes with a determined glare and smirked.
“Eight in the corner pocket….” Seb didn’t have a clear shot, but leaned over the table, reared back the stick and spiked it into the cue ball. It ricocheted from the bumper, side-swiped the eight, and put just enough force into the edge to cause it to spin sideways into the pocket he’d called. Sam laughed and scratched at the back of his head.
“Awwww, man…” he groaned. “You got me again!” Sam leaned against his cue stick and looked over the table before his eyes lit up in anticipation. “How about a best three out of five?” Abigail giggled at Sam’s request as she stretched and leaned back into the sofa.
“Give it up, blondie! He cooks your goose at this game EVERY single time…. You’re doomed.” She teased. “It’s getting late anyways…”
…
It had been almost a month since the odd shape had been spotted flying over town at this point. Seb and Abby had talked in depth about it, and though most of the other townsfolk had come to the conclusion that it had merely been some sort of exotic bird flying out toward the fern islands, Abby was positive she hadn’t been mistaken. In fact she was adamant that the form looked human. She hadn’t seen or heard any wings flapping and the “squawking” sounded more so like the laugh of an old woman than the cries of a bird. The figure seemed to levitate or hover effortlessly and without the use of any physical or mechanical assistance. It was slumped over as if it was curled up or sitting and just…. Floated away.
The long night spent coding and researching the relevant programing issues at the computer, had caused Sebastian to rise late. He was groggy, didn’t have much motivation to bother rolling out of bed, and it was almost noon at this point. He could hear the rain pattering against the roof of the house and the rumble of distant thunder. As lazy as he felt, a smoke sounded pretty good about now. The sound and sight of the ocean on rainy days also had a way of clearing his head and a little stroll would probably do him some good.
He didn’t pass anyone on the way out of the house. Robin was likely at her aerobics club, Maru, at work in the clinic, and who knew where Demetrius was… Out shoving dirt samples into test tubes, or measuring the volume and PH of the current rainfall? As long as he wasn’t dissecting frogs. Out of all of Sebastian’s childhood memories, that was the one that stuck in his head and haunted him. Back then, Maru had only just been born, and while Robin was busy keeping her entertained, fixing her bottle or changing diapers, Seb was wandering the house trying to find something to occupy his time. He’d wandered into his step-father’s study and there on the examination tray was a deceased frog pinned on it’s back, limbs splayed like Da Vinci’s “Vitruvian Man” with it’s belly sliced open. Sebastian had cried and pouted over that for several days and had given Demetrius the silent treatment for even days longer intermixed with spells of arm crossing, head turning and the occasional stuck out tongue and blown raspberry. He cringed at the thought even now.
The hinges creaked as he pushed the front door open and paused. The summer was starting to give way to autumn and the parched ground soaked up the rain and turned loose the pungent, almost overpowering scent of petrichor.
Sebastian flipped the hood of his pull-over around his head and tightened up the drawstrings. He took a moment to smell the aroma of wet grass and earth that drifted through the air and held the fragrance in his lungs as he closed the door behind him.
He began his slow, steady march toward the beach and lost count of his steps after he’d passed the old Community Center. He’d barely noticed the changing of terrain under his feet as he moved almost subconsciously toward the ocean. The raw, muddy dirt paths of the mountain, the crunch of rough stones and shuffle of old, dead pine needles that carpeted the ground… They’d transitioned into the grass and cobblestone of the town plaza at some point, but they all seemed to blend together into “just steps” after a while. His inner thoughts distracted him to the point where he barely paid attention to his surroundings until he felt his footfalls sinking and shifting underneath him, and he knew he’d hit sand. He heaved a deep sigh of the salt air and looked over the horizon as he paced toward the docks.
When the sky was this gray and muted, the color of the sea seemed to take on it’s own jewel-like quality and without the blue sky to draw attention away from it, the eyes of each breaking wave became a splendor to watch. They erupted into columns of aquamarine, sapphire and sodalite laced with the bright, almost pearlescent white of the sea foam before curling over, crashing into the tides and giving way to the next one.
Sebastian came to a stop at the furthest reaching section of the wood panels and straightened up his posture as he groped into his pockets for the pack of cigarettes he’d brought with him. He selected one from the box, tucked it between his teeth and plunged his fingers back into the pocket for his lighter. He curled his left hand in front of his face, to protect the fire from the wind, flicked open the lid and thumbed the igniter. The flint sparked into a flame as it spun and lit up the end of the cigarette to a smoldering red glow. He pulled in a breath and held it for a moment before letting it out and watching the smoke dance away in the wind. It still wasn’t quite as satisfying as that first breath of rain when he’d stepped out of the house. Another sigh escaped Seb’s lips as he stared back at the oncoming crests of seawater and his mind started to drift again.
He imagined the city lights blazing somewhere across the ocean like stars, and thought about starting over somewhere far away. Disappearing, and reappearing somewhere else like a shadow moving through fragments of darkness and light, somewhere where no one knew him. Just vanishing and leaving everything behind. His parents, his sister, his friends… the thought excited him for a moment, before giving way to an intense feeling of regret and sadness. Maybe even a little shame. Having everyone was frustrating, but would having none of them be better or worse? He’d never known anything else. The same friends he’d grown up with, the same smell of the changing seasons in the mountain air, the same four walls of his bedroom, the sound of his sister’s laugh, or the taste of his mother’s cooking… even the way his stepfather overreacted to the littlest things was something he'd grown used to. He took another long breath.
The waves lapped and pounded at the underside of the dock so loudly he couldn’t hear the patter of oncoming footfalls against the wood and he was caught unaware when a sudden presence made itself known.
“Hey.” The start was enough to make him tense up, and he almost tripped over his own feet. Seb whirled around and when he found himself face to face with the farmer, he relaxed again.
“You scared the absolute crap out of me…..” He said as he rolled his eyes. He flicked his thumb against the filter of the cigarette to knock away the ashes and looked over the docks. They were alone.
“Sorry….” There was an awkward moment of silence between the two of them before Sebastian tried to force conversation.
“What are you up to out here?” He asked. He wasn’t really interested in the answer, but felt obligated to return the acknowledgement of his presence. The farmer held up the rod that was firmly clasped in their right hand and gestured to the ocean.
“Fishing!” Seb raised an eyebrow and cocked his head at the response.
“In the rain?” he asked. His tone was almost dismissive. The farmer nodded.
“Willy said that there’s a number of fish that only come out when it’s raining, so I wanted to see what bites.” They began. “Some fish just like it better this way I guess.” There was another long pause. “…and you?”
“Hanging out…” Seb shrugged and adjusted the collar of his hoodie.
“In the rain?” The irony of the retort wasn’t lost on either of them though only the farmer seemed to find it amusing.
“Some people just like it better this way too…” Seb declared as he shifted his posture and crossed his arms over his chest. “I like to come out here where it’s quiet and have some alone time with my own thoughts.” There was a brief moment of guilt when Sebastian realized that he hadn’t actually ever bothered to ask the farmer’s name, but his introverted nature snubbed it out pretty quickly.
“Well, if you’re out here for some alone time, I won’t keep bothering you. I’ll go find a spot to fish and leave you to it.” At least they could take a hint. The farmer turned to leave and Sebastian suddenly regretted the entire conversation. Maybe he came off as cold and bristly? Either way, they hadn’t meant any harm. Just engaging in basic pleasantries. He found himself compelled to say something else just so the conversation wouldn’t end on such a sour note, then the thought of the flying figure and the appearance of the strange egg in the farmer’s coop a while back suddenly popped into his head.
“Wait….” Sebastian flicked away the spent cigarette and stamped it out with the toe of his shoe before he continued. The farmer turned back in his direction. “I was just curious… do you remember what happened a couple of weeks ago? The night that… thing… flew over Pelican Town?” The farmer’s eyes narrowed and they nodded slowly. “That was the night that strange egg just showed up in your chicken coop, right?” The farmer looked bewildered. Seb chuckled soundlessly when he realized that, for at least a moment, he was acting like the epitome of some small town country boy who was nosing into someone else’s business. The farmer was likely confused because they hadn’t spoken to Sebastian about it directly. How could he know about that? They didn’t have to ask before he preemptively put the question to rest. “I was in the saloon playing pool with Sam the night after it happened. I overheard you talking about it with Gus, Willy and uh- …Rapunzel.” He explained. A tiny snort escaped the farmer’s nose as they stifled a laugh and they nodded again.
“Right… I still don’t know where it came from.” They rested the handle of the fishing pole on the dock like a staff or walking stick and looked up at the sky as if they were contemplating something. “I don’t know if the egg had anything to do with the flying figure, or if it was just a coincidence… they did both appear on the same night.”
“Everyone in town says that the flying thing was probably just some weird bird heading toward the islands…” Seb droned. He shoved his hands into his pockets to sooth the chill in his fingers. “If that IS where the egg came from, then maybe it was just a bird…” The farmer briskly shook their head before they answered.
“No, I don’t think so.” They rested a hand on their hip, fidgeted with the line strung through the fishing rod and seemed to gaze off into the distance towards the island in question. “That wouldn’t make sense considering what hatched.” Sebastian’s head snapped upright to meet their gaze. Now this was getting interesting.
“It actually hatched?!” He piped as his eyes widened inquisitively. “What was it?”
“A chicken…. And those can’t fly long distances.” The farmer chortled as they watched Sebastian’s face droop back to some semblance of apathy. He looked mildly disappointed.
“Aww…. Well that’s kind of anticlimactic.” He groaned.
“Yeah, sorry it’s not more exciting than that…” There was a sudden gust of wind and both of them had to brace against the pelting of raindrops that came with it. “It is a pretty peculiar looking chicken, if that makes you feel any better.”
“Really?... How so?” He gazed back at them expectantly and waited for them to go into detail.
“The feathers are jet black and the comb and wattles have a bit of an odd shape to them. The eyes are also bright red, like an animal with albinism and they’re almost reflective in the dark too… like a cat’s eyes.” They paused and rested their hand over the lower half of their face as if they were taking a moment to recall more of the specifics to memory. “And there’s just something about the way it clucks.” They added. “It doesn’t really cluck like a normal hen, but it sounds more like… an echo of a cluck, I suppose.”
“What?....” Sebastian laughed as his expression shifted again. The description of the noise sounded completely ridiculous. Not a cluck, but an echo of a cluck? They may as well have likened it to a phantom voice or the cry of a specter. Something that eluded the range of sounds that most humans would ever have the chance or perception to experience. The farmer lifted their eyes back to Sebastian’s as if they’d suddenly remembered something else.
“She started laying eggs a couple of days ago. They look just like the one that appeared in the coop that night…” They let the fishing pole drop from their hand to the wood planking of the dock and slipped their arm out of the left strap of their backpack. “I actually have one with me if you want to see it….” They slid the other strap off of their shoulder and swung the bag around their right side, letting it come to a rest in front of them as they knelt down. Seb took a few steps closer and stooped to get a better look as they dug through the contents.
They gingerly grasped what looked like a tiny bundle wrapped in a kerchief and began to slowly peel away the corners of the fabric, exposing what was probably the most bizarre looking egg he’d ever seen in his life. It was black and somewhat glossy, unlike the calcified matte shells of most chicken eggs, and the surface seemed to be covered in tiny indents or fissures that exposed flecks of a bright, almost luminescent red underneath. The farmer held the egg out to Sebastian as they stood up straight and nodded, silently offering to let him hold it for a closer look. He gently cupped the egg in his hands, tucked his arms in close to his body and cradled it in his palms like a cautious child trying to hold a hamster. It was heavier than he’d expected it to be, and surprisingly warm.
The color reminded him of magma or hot coals. Something like the intense heat glowing through crackling obsidian after a volcanic eruption or a dying fire. He leaned his head even closer to the egg as he examined the texture of the shell, and his nose wrinkled a bit when he caught the scent. It was sulphurous, and almost earthy smelling, but not overpoweringly so.
“It’s not rotten, is it?” he asked as he gently turned the egg over in his hands.
“See, that’s the strange thing about it. It can’t be…. That egg was just laid this morning.” They explained. “All of the eggs that hen lays have that… little whiff of something burning to them.” The rain was starting to slow up a bit. The farmer thought for a moment and giggled at the notion of what they said next. “I’m not inclined to say that they’re edible either… at least, not to people, and I wouldn’t be keen on being the first one to test that.” Sebastian winced at the thought…and smell, and stifled a laugh.
“Me neither…” He smiled softly when the red speckled pattern caught his attention again. “It does look really cool though!”
He really did have a nice smile. It was kind of a shame that he didn’t let people see it more often. His eyes brightened, and his face looked softer and more approachable, yet also, inquisitive and curious. It was a look of fascination and wonder. Like a kid who’d just discovered dinosaurs and outer space for the first time, or someone who’d just felt their first taste of freedom and didn’t quite know what to do with it. An imaginative or inspired sort of expression.
“Since you like it so much, why don’t you hang onto it?” the farmer beamed.
“Can I?” Sebastian’s eyes lit up again and he gazed back at the farmer with a delighted look on his face.
“Sure! Hens lay eggs every day or so. There’ll be more before long!” they chimed. Sebastian chuckled as he curled his fingers about the egg and sheltered it from the rain.
“Thank you!” He gazed at it for a few moments more as the farmer hefted the rucksack back onto their shoulders and pulled the fishing rod from it’s resting place on the dock. “Hey, this might sound kind of stupid….” He began as he gazed back and forth between the farmer and his new prize… “But, do you think it’ll hatch if I put it under my pillow?” he laughed awkwardly at his own question when he realized how foolish it must have sounded, but was pleasantly surprised when the farmer’s response was more optimistic than he had expected.
“Umm, I don’t know… Maybe! It’s worth a try anyway, and stranger things have happened.”
“Only one way to find out I guess!” Sebastian said smiling in anticipation.
“Good luck! You’ll have to let me know what happens!” They scanned out over the tides as if looking for something before turning back to Sebastian. “I should hurry and find a spot to fish before the rain stops again, but it was really nice talking to you!”
“Yeah, you too!” Seb agreed. “I’ll see you later!” He distracted himself for a moment, making sure the egg was tucked away safe and warm in his hoodie pocket, when he suddenly realized something. “Hey, wait!...” he quickly turned back to where the farmer had been standing just a minute before, but by the time he’d remembered what he’d needed to ask, they’d already trotted too far out of earshot to be able to hear him. “Aw, man… I forgot to catch their name again.” He lamented. “I’ll have to remember to ask them next time… Next time for sure.”

…yes. I went to change get into her nighttime diaper and do her little dream feed but as I was changing her I had a sneaking suspicion that she would pee. I even kept the old diaper under her as i wiped her clean juuuust in case. But in the two seconds that I swapped one for another she peed. So i lifted her up to change the flannel i had under her and get rid of the diapers/get a new one and she peed again, this time all over me, and basically everything nearby! Pee got on her brand new rug (which is washable thank goodness), my fuzzy slippers, everything else i was wearing, the plastic bag around the diapers, her changing table and changing pad, the floor next to the carpet, everything she was wearing got it too … OMG. It was such chaos and my husband came running in with a roll of paper towels. I’m just dreading all the laundry I’ll have to do tomorrow. And now I have to shower and I wasn’t planning on it because it’s late and I just want to sleep 😞
That’s all. Just a pee tsunami story!

I (F, 31) have been married to my husband (M, 33), for 5.5 years and we've been together for 13.5 years in total. We have two boys, a 2 year old and a 3 month old.
Last weekend was mother's day. I'd told my husband that I'd like to do something for Mother's Day and he said he would put together a picnic (he also invited my mom). The morning of the picnic he ended up having to attend a work call that ran late (he was the one who set up the call but didn't expect it to disrupt the picnic plan, he also never told me about it). The picnic plan was for 10.30am, but he didn't do anything to help get the kids out the door. He also said he would be ordering food for lunch. His meeting ran till noon, my mom and I ended up taking the kids to the park, he never ended up ordering the food, my kids had to nap so we had to get back home by 12.30pm and that whole plan ended up going bust. My only issue with the whole morning was he never communicated anything - that he needed help with planning, that he had set up the call, etc. Even when he got to park (albeit with a bouquet) we ended up breaking out in to a fight, which led him to telling me that I'm not special, that I don't deserve any mothers day celebration and a bunch of other very disrespectful things, all in front of our kids and my mother. I was so upset. Anyway, later in the day he realized his mistake and said he'll make it up to me. He would plan a proper picnic the following Saturday (ie tomorrow).
Here we are, the night before, and he's told me he'll message my mom and his brother to come for a picnic that he's going to plan in the morning, which is the morning of the picnic. We would again have to leave for the picnic at 10am, so I'm not sure how anyone can join us at 10am when he's going to message them at 8am. I pointed this out to him and he just said oh that's fine, let's just go with the kids. Honestly if that happens, I'm going to be sitting with our 3mo while he runs around with the 2yo. I just said never mind doing the whole thing. He also outsourced getting the food to me, I'd have to order etc, which is fine because I thought if I help out it'll make it easier for him to plan. I also know getting the picnic stuff (blanket, plates, water, diaper Bag etc.) will fall onto me.
Because of our huge fight last weekend and random fights we've had throughout the weekend, I wanted to calmly understand why he would leave the planning to the day of the celebration. I told him I'm disappointed that he asked for a second chance to do something and again he's just let it slide. I asked him if it's because he didn't care or that he's taking me and this relationship for advantage. He got aggressively defensive, told me I'm complaining, and that I shouldn't complain because he enabled me to go out for dinner with some girlfriends tonight while he was at home with the two kids, doing laundry and eating leftovers - I'm not sure how a mother's day celebration is dependent on me getting to go out on a random Friday - he also said I'm being overly sensitive and that I have no brain lol and that I can assume whatever for why he didn't try again. The more I pointed out to him that he's being mean, the meaner he got. At the end of it he just put on a movie and passed out 15 minutes into it.
I'm not asking for a huge party or anything, but just a small gathering with our immediate family at the local park with some food and maybe cupcakes. I didn't think this was too much to ask, considering I've popped two babies for him in the last 2 years. Here I am planning a really nice celebration for father's day a month in advance, and I've already ordered a present (he ordered my mother's day gift a day before mothers day, and it's supposed to deliver on June 6). Celebrating the small things and gift giving is my love language, and he's always known this about me.
AITAH for expecting a small celebration for mothers day and bringing it to his attention that he made no effort even when I requested for it?