🏂 Jenny the bedwetter
Part 6: End of the day
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While the boys and I change, mom puts the food that needs to be refrigerated in the fridge. Then we take the map of the resort that the real estate agency gave us and leave the apartment. The first objective is to book our lessons. Since Arnaud has never skied before, mom decided that the three of us would take snowboarding lessons, so that we would all be at the same level and in the same group.
I can see that Arnaud is quite amazed by the snow and I remember him saying that he had only touched it once before. He keeps taking it in his hands and making snowballs. According to what the lady at the real estate agency told mom, we are lucky because it snowed a lot two days ago.
The French ski school, the ESF, is found and mom signs us all up for a beginners group, every morning from 10am to 12pm. I have to admit that I am a little disappointed not to be skiing and I hope I will like snowboarding.
We then look for a snowboard rental shop, and there are plenty of them, they are everywhere. Mom chooses one and the four of us enter. We are taken care of right away and they let us know that we came at the right time, that in two or three hours, it would have been crowded with all the tourists arriving in the afternoon. Our snowboards are reserved and mom rents three sleds that we immediately take with us.
"Can we go do some runs now mom?" Noa asks impatiently.
"But you don't have your ski suits, and it's already 1pm, aren't you hungry?"
"I'm a little hungry," says Arnaud, "but I really want to try the sled!"
"And you Jenny?" mom asks me. What do you want to do?
"I would like to go sledging too," I say.
"Alright, let's go then. But no more than 30 minutes, I'm a little hungry too!"
And so for 30 minutes, Noa, Arnaud, and I have a blast, both literally and figuratively, on the sled track amidst the other children. Meanwhile, mom went to sit on the terrace to have a well-deserved drink after the morning's journey. The sun is shining, and with the effort we put into pulling our sleds up the hill, we are sweating. Plus, the snow being sprayed on our sweatpants has finished soaking them. When mom comes to find us and says we should go, she can only confirm that we are soaked.
Before returning to the apartment, we stop by the ski room where we leave our sleds. Noa, Arnaud, and I are happy about the sledding time we had, and that's all we talk about. Meanwhile, mom is rather annoyed to see our sweatpants so wet. Once we get back to the apartment, she quickly sends us to wash up to warm up and makes us put on our tights.
"Why do we have to wear these?" Noa asks mom while I've already put mine on.
"To warm you up," she answers, "and also because you'll be more comfortable than in jeans. For now, we stay in the apartment, if we go out again, you'll wear your ski suits this time."
Mom prepared dinner while we showered, and the four of us eat heartily. She then forces us to take a short nap, which of course makes us all grumble, especially me when she asks me to put on a diaper before lying down. I take off my tights and underwear, put on a diaper, and put my tights back on so as not to be seen just in my diaper. When I wake up, I know immediately that I wet the bed, and confirming it with my hand on my diaper. The boys wake up when I get up.
While we were resting, mom cleaned up all our stuff in the apartment and it's a little less messy in there. I see a garbage bag has been placed in the bathroom and mom tells us to put the diapers in there when they're wet. I also see that our sweatpants are hung out in the sun, on a drying rack on the small balcony. We then leave the apartment after getting dressed in our ski suits. We ask mom if we can take our sleds and she agrees. So, we spend another good hour sledding.
I notice that Noa talks a lot with Arnaud, especially when I'm not next to them. Arnaud and I quickly became friends and accomplices, and it feels strange that recently we seem to be growing apart, or more accurately that the bond between us is now more with my brother. I overhear a bit of a conversation between them where I think Arnaud mentioned wetting his diaper.
"You wet your diaper?" I ask him in disbelief.
"Um... yes... I couldn't hold it."
I don't know what to think. Accidents can happen but it hasn't been very long since we left the apartment. Plus, for a boy, it's pretty easy to go pee. Also, Arnaud is not 3 years old anymore, he should be able to hold it and go to the bathroom.
"You won't tell your mom, will you?" he adds.
"I won't say anything, but she might notice due to the smell..."
Noa listens to our conversation but doesn't say anything. Mom arrives shortly after carrying various shopping bags. We all return to the apartment after dropping off the sleds at the ski rack, and mom sends us to wash up. We complain because we already washed earlier, but mom doesn't care, she says we sweated again. I see mom sniff Arnaud's suit and I can tell she suspects what happened.
Once washed and pajama-clad, and while mom prepares dinner, we find some games in a cupboard and start a game of snakes and ladders. The three of us have a good time. It's nice that Arnaud came with us for this week, it's a change from previous holidays where only two of us played with Noa.
After dinner, a big raclette, mom allows us to watch a bit of TV before going to bed. However, she insists on me wearing a diaper first. As I'm about to leave the room, I see Arnaud going to talk to mom, and I see her nod yes. He joins me in the mountain corner, near our beds.
"You want a diaper too, I guess?" I ask him as I reach for one in the bag.
"Yes, please. Thank you for not saying anything to your mom about my little accident earlier."
"I didn't say anything to her, but as I mentioned, she noticed. I saw her sniffing your suit, and I don't know if you noticed, but it was drying in the bathroom while mine and Noa's were in the living room near a heater. I think she washed it a bit."
Arnaud blushes a little. I wonder if it was really an accident or if he did it on purpose. I hand him a diaper, and we both turn to put it on. Once done, we put on our pajamas.
We then join Noa, who is already on the couch. We watch a pointless show on TV, so when mom says it's time to go brush our teeth and go to bed, we don't mind. If I go pee when getting up from the couch, it's not the same for Arnaud, not even after brushing his teeth. Either he already wet his diaper, or he's holding it to have an accident once lying down in bed.
"Go pee in the toilet Arnaud," mom asks, having seen the same thing as me.
"I already peed a little in my diaper while we were watching TV," Arnaud confesses, looking down.
Mom bends down to his level and after pulling down his pajama bottoms, feels his diaper with her hand.
"It's not a big pee, so it'll be fine for tonight, but I'd prefer if in the future, you don't pee in it between the time you put it on and when you go to bed? Okay?"
"Okay, yes. Sorry."
"It's okay, hurry up and get into bed," she says after pulling up his pajama bottoms. It's been a long day and none of us take long to fall asleep.
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