THE WORST SUMMER OF MY LIFE

I am currently 23 years old. I was 4 years old when this started. It 
was a rainy and stormy night and I was getting ready to fall asleep 
when I heard a big bang. Ut was a thunder and lightning and a lot of 
wind. I got really scared and started crying. My mother came in and 
said, "What's the matter?"

I said that thunder and lightning scared me. My mom said, "It will be 
all right."

She started rubbing my back and I fell back to sleep. The next morning 
I was waking up and I was all wet. My pajamas were all wet and so was 
my bed. I just started screaming and crying. My mother came in and 
said, "What's the matter?" and I said, "I wet the bed." She got a 
little mad at me because I was just fully potty-trained not more than 
four months ago and never had a problem since then. She told me to 
follow her to the bathroom and she took off my pajamas and gave me a 
bath. She left and came back 10 minutes later and told me to come out 
of the tub and so I did and she had something in her hand. She toweled 
me off and took me into my room but my bed was gone, my underwear was 
gone. My room was turn into a nursery with my old changing table with 
diapers and baby wipes and my old crib. I asked mom what happened to my 
room. She said, "if you are going to act like a baby then I will treat 
you like one."

She picked me up and put me on the changing table and I saw a diaper in 
her hand. I started fighting her and then she said, "If you continue 
fighting I will spank you," so I stopped and she got out my pacifier 
and put it in my mouth. She took the diaper in her hand, set it down 
and grabbed some baby powder and grabbed my ankles and put them up in 
the air and spread it all over my body. Then she grabbed the diaper and 
grabbed my ankles in the air and put the diaper (I think it was a 
Pampers size 6) under my bottom and taped the sides and then grabbed my 
old onesie and put it on me, and then put on my old sweatpants and a 
shirt and then picked me up and took me downstairs.

My little brother, who is two years younger than me, was in his playpen 
and my mom had two highchairs over in the kitchen. I said, "Who is the 
other high chair for?"

Mom said, "For you and your brother Matthew."

My mom put me in with Matthew in his playpen and I started crying, and 
then my brother started crying. My mom put pacifiers in both our mouths 
and she made breakfast. My mom was ready for us and she picked up 
Matthew and put him in his high chair and then came over and picked me 
up and put me in my old one. My mom started with Matthew and then she 
came to me and fed me like I was still two years old with oatmeal and 
spoon-feeding it to me. When we both got done she gave us a bottle of 
warm milk and put us back in our playpen.

When I got done I had to go potty and poop so I said, "mom can I go use 
the bathroom?" She said, "That is what your diaper is for." I tried to 
hold it in but couldn't and it came out so quickly I couldn't stop. My 
mom started smelling something and came over to Matthew first and saw 
if that was him and needed a diaper change; he was only wet. She then 
came to me and picked me up and smelled me and said, "Let's go change 
your diaper."

So my mom got out the changing mat and set me down and took off my 
shoes then my pants and my onesie and untaped my diaper, and sure 
enough, it was me. My mom then went upstairs and got a dry diaper and 
baby wipes and came back down. She took off the stinky and wet diaper 
and hoisted up my legs and wiped my bottom. She put some baby powder on 
my bottom and then grabbed the diaper and kept my feet in the air. She 
put the fresh diaper under my bottom and taped it up and put my 
clothes. Then Matthew needed a diaper change and did the same thing.

Then my mom said, "We are going out of town this weekend to see your 
father." My mother and father are divorced. So it became the day we had 
to leave and my mom packed a bag for me and Matthew and packed a diaper 
bag with diapers, baby wipes, baby powder, bottles with formula in it, 
pacifiers and my toys for the plane. My mom got everything in the car 
and my mother put my brother in car seat and me in my old car seat. We 
arrived at the airport and my mother parked the car and got out our 
stroller and got my brother out and put him in the stroller and got me 
out. She started to put me in the stroller when I started fighting and 
my mother was getting mad and responded upset. "We don't have time for 
this."

Then I decided to behave and got in the stroller we walked into the 
airport. I pooped and wet my diaper before we could get to the counter. 
Then my mother took us both to the ladies' bathroom, got Matthew out 
first and checked to see if he needed his diaper changed. He was wet 
but she changed him anyway and put him in the stroller and gave him his 
pacifier. Then she took me out and put me on the changing table and 
there was a mother and a younger boy looking at us, but said nothing 
and she changed me into a dry diaper.

My mom got the ticket and we got on the plane and the plane ride seemed 
long. If I remember correctly, it was two hours to Chicago. We got to 
Chicago and my dad was waiting for us. I ran to my dad and hugged him. 
He said, "I thought Michael was potty trained four months ago." My 
mother said, "He wet his bed and I guess he wants to be treated like a 
baby."

Dad said, "Well, looks like he pooped and wet his diaper."

Mom said, "Where should I change him?" and dad goes, "just wait until 
we get to the car; we can change him in there."

We got to the car and dad brought me around back and laid me down. He 
took off my shoes and pants and undid my onesie and untaped my diaper. 
He said, "you are a stinky baby!" He grabbed my ankles and put them in 
the air and grabbed some baby wipes and wiped my bottom. He put some 
baby powder on me and then grabbed a fresh diaper and put it under my 
bottom and taped it up and put my clothes back on. He picked me back up 
and put me in my car seat and we went to his house.

Dad got married after my mother and father got a divorce and that was 
when I was a year years old and his wife had just divorced him. He had 
custody of two of the four children, which were Connor, who was two 
years old, and Joshua, who was one year old. The weekend went great 
seeing my dad again, whom I hadn't seen him in a year and a half.

The weekend was over and we went back home, but my mom was having 
second thoughts about my dad and called him up and said, "I want to get 
married again and give you another chance." So my dad said, "if that's 
what you want. Are you going to be home next weekend?"

My mom said, "Yes, but we leave to go to the lake on Sunday for a 
week." He said he would have a two-week vacation from work starting on 
Friday so they both agreed. The week went by quickly and my dad showed 
up Friday afternoon. We decided to go to the lake on Saturday instead 
of Sunday.

To be continued.