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Misty's New Hobby.
Misty was content with how things were going in her life and the ease at which everything worked in the household.
With Cheryl around, she had quite a lot of extra free time, especially when the burden of Zari's antics was removed from her daily tasks.
As much as this provided relief, it created a new problem that Misty was unsure how to solve.
Boredom.
She'd been preoccupied with everything before, but now, with the lull in tasks, she found herself aimless, at least for a while.
Fortunately, she noted Cheryl's interest in her diary, and from there, she began to think of it as a great way to spend extra time.
Having taken Cheryl to town to buy a gift for Zari, she decided to buy a diary for herself to try the hobby. To her surprise, it was as relaxing as it was time-filling.
Week one, Tuesday.
At first, I wasn't sure what to write about, but sitting down, I figured my immediate thoughts were the best place.
I was born an adult, so to that end, I struggle to understand children's motivations. I know they are simplistic, but I need help understanding the reasoning.
Because of this, Zari continues to be out of control, but even then, Jacky, who is usually well-behaved, tries to plot his way out of being a baby as well.
I want them to be happy, but I grow concerned that the disconnect obscures my understanding of what they truly need.
Week Two, Monday.
Terrance has been highly supportive as of late. I truly love him with all of my heart and soul, but there is always this anxiousness that is attached to this love.
I wish it weren't so, but it is inexorable and inevitable. My immortality as a magic moon rabbit ensures I will outlive my beloved, and the thought scares and hurts me.
I have lived centuries and seen so many people die.
Die....
Death is a concept I do not understand and, quite frankly, resent. Why does it need to exist, especially when I am exempt from it?
It is cruel, and Terrence's mortality is on my mind every year that passes. What am I to do?
How can one prepare and handle the inevitable? I have never figured this out, and I fear I never will.
Week two, Wednesday.
I am thinking about the last entry I have written. Since then, I have come somewhat to an understanding. I have spent centuries of my life dealing with death by simply avoiding it.
My job as a nurse is to help people and care for others. It all serves the purpose of surrounding myself with life and its energy.
It has done me and others countless good. However, since Terrance is the first spiritually connected relationship I have ever had. It transcends my ability to ignore it completely.
That is how it has to be, and I understand now that to endure something is to experience it. So, that is how it shall be.
Even if I wish it weren't.
Week two, Sunday.
Cheryl has been acting aloof lately. I am still determining why. We spend almost every day together cooking and doing chores. I thought of asking her, but I respected her preference for writing in her own diary.
She is such a sweet girl, and I am forever grateful to have her in my life. When I got the news, I was infertile; it destroyed me, but now that I can look upon her and see myself and Terrance within, it fills me with such appreciation.
Jacky is a good kid for bringing her to me, even if he and Zari broke the rules.
Thinking about it, I do wonder how Jacky made Zari help.
I suppose in the end it doesn't matter because Cheryl is here; that is all I care about.
Week three, Wednesday.
I have been thinking about Cheryl's creation since I last wrote, and it has left me with many conflicted feelings. The first is the fact they used magic to do it.
I understand why they did, and it is because it created something so beautiful and precious to me that I have come to reconsider my no-magic rule.
If it can do such good, then.... I just really do not know.
Even then, my fears of losing Terrance have made me consider breaking my seal on magic to use it to make him immortal with me.
However, I deeply hesitate to use such powerful magic, and even if I do, it is not my place to decide for him. However, how do you offer such a thing to somebody as spiritual as Terrance?
These conflicted thoughts will need to be sorted out completely. Until then, I hold firm in magic's banishment from this house.
Week three, Thursday.
Jacky seems to be playing a lot with Cheryl lately. He disappears for long swaths at a time. At first, I was exceedingly concerned, but when I asked Cheryl, she merely said they were playing "hide and seek."
Cheryl admits how good he is at hiding but assures me he always reappears when she can't find it. It is definitely a weight off my chest because if anything ever happened to him, I would not be able to live with myself.
I know Jacky is capable and cognizant, but he is still my little baby and will be treated as such. His and Zari's obsession with the dangerousness that is magic needs to be constantly reigned in.
To this end, I will keep my ears perked for chicanery but trust Cheryl that things are as she says.
Week three, Friday.
T'Zarina has been acting strange lately, and it fills me with trepidation. Not simply as a mother but because I recognize that I do not trust her.
It was a complicated thing to accept her into my home, given she tried to kill my baby Jacky for her own selfish gain. However, something inside me felt pity when she was transformed into a baby.
To go as far as stealing Jacky from me to remove his heart and trying to kill me should have been an unforgivable act, but here I am, and here she is.
Looking at her today, I see the same miserable person, but now she is isolating herself from everybody when she can. I do not know why, but it gives me the strong feeling she's plotting something wicked.
I hope that is not the case, but it almost certainly is. That is what makes me feel guilty, however. That I cannot trust her at all.
It feels wrong.
Still, it needs to be this way. However, it is truly my ultimate dream for this to one day change and for Zari to come to see me as a mother.
No matter how unlikely that scenario is.
Week three, Sunday.
I have been busy lately, but I still find time to write often. I enjoy it as much as Cheryl does at this point. It is incredibly cathartic and helps sort my feelings out exceptionally well.
In the past few days, I have observed the children, and I am reminded why I wanted to be a nurse as a profession. My absolute need to care for others is at the core of my being.
It is seen with my children, Terrance, and any patient I have had. It strikes me as enjoyable to the paint that I wonder why I am this way, and it is only through this self-reflective writing that I have even questioned it.
I alluded to it earlier when I wrote about my dislike and fear of death, but it goes beyond even that. The way I obsessively care and dote and enjoy things most people wouldn't.
I love caring for my babies, feeding and burping them, changing their messies, as well as cleaning them carefully and gently.
I know Terrance doesn't understand. I know most people don't understand. Though, they don't need to.
The happiness I get from changing diapers is like none other, and the joy and relief of cleanliness and gentle caress is one hundred percent what I live for every day.
Week four, Tuesday.
After contemplating my previous entry and understanding how much I adore diaper changing, I have been thinking about something different for the babies.
Indeed, rather than try to make them do it, I wonder if rewarding them for hefty messies is in an alternative. This way, they can come to love changing times as I do.
Doing this incentivizes them to do their business and be happy with it. This seems like a gentler approach than before, where I put my foot down out of fear they would become potty trained.
Indeed, there is no need for a potty when you have an eternal mother who loves doting on you, right?
Week four, Friday.
I have successfully drafted a plan and reward system for messies. Indeed, it is an incentive to give the maximum number of messies, and provides toys, games, or candy in exchange for them.
I will need to iron out some details, but overall, it will make them forgo the potty and be my messy babies forever.
The only thing that might cause an issue is Terrance. He already thinks I go overboard with my excessive diaper-changing habits.
However, this is likely to be argued against vociferously, given the amount of effort and money involved. Still, I have my heart set on it and can make him see reason, I believe.
Ultimately, it suits everyone, and I am prepared to do whatever is necessary to make it come to fruition. For the good of my babies and myself, this must happen.
Week five, Wednesday.
After a long and exhaustive talk with Terrance, I have successfully implemented my reward plan. However, I had to compromise regarding the rewards.
Nothing exorbitantly expensive seems reasonable to me, and it should be a reward for meeting the day's quota, not for each and every time they made messies like I originally wanted.
Still, this seems reasonable in the grand scheme of things, and a video game or something like that for a full day's worth of messies is a fair trade in my eyes.
This plan may work so well that I might get extra messies to clean. The thought of that fills me with motherly joy.
Week six, Thursday.
I have begun using my rewards for messies program, and Jacky seems responsive. Zari, as I figured, is still fussy.
Fortunately, Jacky was rewarded after a week of meeting the excess quota. Seeing this, now it is Zari who is outdoing Jacky.
It is almost like they are competing. Like, I won't give them both rewards for their messies. I would never do that to my babies.
Still, the excessive diaper changes have made me feel fantastic, and Cheryl is happy with the change of pace. She is interacting more with her brother and sister, which is never wrong in my mind.
Week six, Sunday.
The messies have become so excessive that I must enlist Terrance's help in tending to it all. He seems annoyed and frustrated with the ordeal, but the more messies he cleans, the more he will love it.
Still, I appreciate that he does it despite his dislike for it, and it shows a love and care for his family that makes my heart soar.
I know Zari and Jacky are a diaper full, but this is bonding time with the babies, and Terrence needs to be part of it, more like his daughter and wife.
This is especially true, given his inability to deal with messies stoically. He can do anything else, but messies make him falter.
I find it amusing and cute.
Week seven, Friday.
It has been two weeks, and things are going great. Zari and Jacky have many new toys and treats, and the diaper bin is always full.
This successful experiment has led me to wonder what else can be done with rewards. This could be a way to make Zari behave.
I believe it is possible, but I worry that attaching behavior to reward will make her selfish. Not that she already isn't, but I would just like to remove that trait from her personality if possible.
I will have to see what works and doesn't, but unfortunately. I need to clean more on the dot messies, as they are always on time now that they are incentivized for it.
Misty closed her diary and placed it down on her dresser. After that, she went to get her baby supplies, Terrance, and Cheryl to deal with the babies' excessive messies.
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Misty's New Hobby.
Misty was content with how things were going in her life and the ease at which everything worked in the household.
With Cheryl around, she had quite a lot of extra free time, especially when the burden of Zari's antics was removed from her daily tasks.
As much as this provided relief, it created a new problem that Misty was unsure how to solve.
Boredom.
She'd been preoccupied with everything before, but now, with the lull in tasks, she found herself aimless, at least for a while.
Fortunately, she noted Cheryl's interest in her diary, and from there, she began to think of it as a great way to spend extra time.
Having taken Cheryl to town to buy a gift for Zari, she decided to buy a diary for herself to try the hobby. To her surprise, it was as relaxing as it was time-filling.
Week one, Tuesday.
At first, I wasn't sure what to write about, but sitting down, I figured my immediate thoughts were the best place.
I was born an adult, so to that end, I struggle to understand children's motivations. I know they are simplistic, but I need help understanding the reasoning.
Because of this, Zari continues to be out of control, but even then, Jacky, who is usually well-behaved, tries to plot his way out of being a baby as well.
I want them to be happy, but I grow concerned that the disconnect obscures my understanding of what they truly need.
Week Two, Monday.
Terrance has been highly supportive as of late. I truly love him with all of my heart and soul, but there is always this anxiousness that is attached to this love.
I wish it weren't so, but it is inexorable and inevitable. My immortality as a magic moon rabbit ensures I will outlive my beloved, and the thought scares and hurts me.
I have lived centuries and seen so many people die.
Die....
Death is a concept I do not understand and, quite frankly, resent. Why does it need to exist, especially when I am exempt from it?
It is cruel, and Terrence's mortality is on my mind every year that passes. What am I to do?
How can one prepare and handle the inevitable? I have never figured this out, and I fear I never will.
Week two, Wednesday.
I am thinking about the last entry I have written. Since then, I have come somewhat to an understanding. I have spent centuries of my life dealing with death by simply avoiding it.
My job as a nurse is to help people and care for others. It all serves the purpose of surrounding myself with life and its energy.
It has done me and others countless good. However, since Terrance is the first spiritually connected relationship I have ever had. It transcends my ability to ignore it completely.
That is how it has to be, and I understand now that to endure something is to experience it. So, that is how it shall be.
Even if I wish it weren't.
Week two, Sunday.
Cheryl has been acting aloof lately. I am still determining why. We spend almost every day together cooking and doing chores. I thought of asking her, but I respected her preference for writing in her own diary.
She is such a sweet girl, and I am forever grateful to have her in my life. When I got the news, I was infertile; it destroyed me, but now that I can look upon her and see myself and Terrance within, it fills me with such appreciation.
Jacky is a good kid for bringing her to me, even if he and Zari broke the rules.
Thinking about it, I do wonder how Jacky made Zari help.
I suppose in the end it doesn't matter because Cheryl is here; that is all I care about.
Week three, Wednesday.
I have been thinking about Cheryl's creation since I last wrote, and it has left me with many conflicted feelings. The first is the fact they used magic to do it.
I understand why they did, and it is because it created something so beautiful and precious to me that I have come to reconsider my no-magic rule.
If it can do such good, then.... I just really do not know.
Even then, my fears of losing Terrance have made me consider breaking my seal on magic to use it to make him immortal with me.
However, I deeply hesitate to use such powerful magic, and even if I do, it is not my place to decide for him. However, how do you offer such a thing to somebody as spiritual as Terrance?
These conflicted thoughts will need to be sorted out completely. Until then, I hold firm in magic's banishment from this house.
Week three, Thursday.
Jacky seems to be playing a lot with Cheryl lately. He disappears for long swaths at a time. At first, I was exceedingly concerned, but when I asked Cheryl, she merely said they were playing "hide and seek."
Cheryl admits how good he is at hiding but assures me he always reappears when she can't find it. It is definitely a weight off my chest because if anything ever happened to him, I would not be able to live with myself.
I know Jacky is capable and cognizant, but he is still my little baby and will be treated as such. His and Zari's obsession with the dangerousness that is magic needs to be constantly reigned in.
To this end, I will keep my ears perked for chicanery but trust Cheryl that things are as she says.
Week three, Friday.
T'Zarina has been acting strange lately, and it fills me with trepidation. Not simply as a mother but because I recognize that I do not trust her.
It was a complicated thing to accept her into my home, given she tried to kill my baby Jacky for her own selfish gain. However, something inside me felt pity when she was transformed into a baby.
To go as far as stealing Jacky from me to remove his heart and trying to kill me should have been an unforgivable act, but here I am, and here she is.
Looking at her today, I see the same miserable person, but now she is isolating herself from everybody when she can. I do not know why, but it gives me the strong feeling she's plotting something wicked.
I hope that is not the case, but it almost certainly is. That is what makes me feel guilty, however. That I cannot trust her at all.
It feels wrong.
Still, it needs to be this way. However, it is truly my ultimate dream for this to one day change and for Zari to come to see me as a mother.
No matter how unlikely that scenario is.
Week three, Sunday.
I have been busy lately, but I still find time to write often. I enjoy it as much as Cheryl does at this point. It is incredibly cathartic and helps sort my feelings out exceptionally well.
In the past few days, I have observed the children, and I am reminded why I wanted to be a nurse as a profession. My absolute need to care for others is at the core of my being.
It is seen with my children, Terrance, and any patient I have had. It strikes me as enjoyable to the paint that I wonder why I am this way, and it is only through this self-reflective writing that I have even questioned it.
I alluded to it earlier when I wrote about my dislike and fear of death, but it goes beyond even that. The way I obsessively care and dote and enjoy things most people wouldn't.
I love caring for my babies, feeding and burping them, changing their messies, as well as cleaning them carefully and gently.
I know Terrance doesn't understand. I know most people don't understand. Though, they don't need to.
The happiness I get from changing diapers is like none other, and the joy and relief of cleanliness and gentle caress is one hundred percent what I live for every day.
Week four, Tuesday.
After contemplating my previous entry and understanding how much I adore diaper changing, I have been thinking about something different for the babies.
Indeed, rather than try to make them do it, I wonder if rewarding them for hefty messies is in an alternative. This way, they can come to love changing times as I do.
Doing this incentivizes them to do their business and be happy with it. This seems like a gentler approach than before, where I put my foot down out of fear they would become potty trained.
Indeed, there is no need for a potty when you have an eternal mother who loves doting on you, right?
Week four, Friday.
I have successfully drafted a plan and reward system for messies. Indeed, it is an incentive to give the maximum number of messies, and provides toys, games, or candy in exchange for them.
I will need to iron out some details, but overall, it will make them forgo the potty and be my messy babies forever.
The only thing that might cause an issue is Terrance. He already thinks I go overboard with my excessive diaper-changing habits.
However, this is likely to be argued against vociferously, given the amount of effort and money involved. Still, I have my heart set on it and can make him see reason, I believe.
Ultimately, it suits everyone, and I am prepared to do whatever is necessary to make it come to fruition. For the good of my babies and myself, this must happen.
Week five, Wednesday.
After a long and exhaustive talk with Terrance, I have successfully implemented my reward plan. However, I had to compromise regarding the rewards.
Nothing exorbitantly expensive seems reasonable to me, and it should be a reward for meeting the day's quota, not for each and every time they made messies like I originally wanted.
Still, this seems reasonable in the grand scheme of things, and a video game or something like that for a full day's worth of messies is a fair trade in my eyes.
This plan may work so well that I might get extra messies to clean. The thought of that fills me with motherly joy.
Week six, Thursday.
I have begun using my rewards for messies program, and Jacky seems responsive. Zari, as I figured, is still fussy.
Fortunately, Jacky was rewarded after a week of meeting the excess quota. Seeing this, now it is Zari who is outdoing Jacky.
It is almost like they are competing. Like, I won't give them both rewards for their messies. I would never do that to my babies.
Still, the excessive diaper changes have made me feel fantastic, and Cheryl is happy with the change of pace. She is interacting more with her brother and sister, which is never wrong in my mind.
Week six, Sunday.
The messies have become so excessive that I must enlist Terrance's help in tending to it all. He seems annoyed and frustrated with the ordeal, but the more messies he cleans, the more he will love it.
Still, I appreciate that he does it despite his dislike for it, and it shows a love and care for his family that makes my heart soar.
I know Zari and Jacky are a diaper full, but this is bonding time with the babies, and Terrence needs to be part of it, more like his daughter and wife.
This is especially true, given his inability to deal with messies stoically. He can do anything else, but messies make him falter.
I find it amusing and cute.
Week seven, Friday.
It has been two weeks, and things are going great. Zari and Jacky have many new toys and treats, and the diaper bin is always full.
This successful experiment has led me to wonder what else can be done with rewards. This could be a way to make Zari behave.
I believe it is possible, but I worry that attaching behavior to reward will make her selfish. Not that she already isn't, but I would just like to remove that trait from her personality if possible.
I will have to see what works and doesn't, but unfortunately. I need to clean more on the dot messies, as they are always on time now that they are incentivized for it.
Misty closed her diary and placed it down on her dresser. After that, she went to get her baby supplies, Terrance, and Cheryl to deal with the babies' excessive messies.
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Misty decides to write in her own Journal after seeing others take part in it as well. I wonder what she has to say.
Story is Credited to me KI7 and Icy-White-Drake
Story is Credited to me KI7 and Icy-White-Drake
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Female
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