Woke up this morning around noon, still kind of reeling from last night's thoughts about how easy it would be to get a pack of diapers, and... everything just fell into place. Mom was asleep on the couch, kids at school, dad not coming home until 6 pm tonight. I barely recall scrambling up and throwing on jeans and a tank top, grabbing my old black messenger bag I used in school, and leaving the house. My excuse was in mind that I wanted mountain dew and we were all out in the house, plus I snagged some yogurt I've wanted for two days and some chocolate milk.
Recalling something on here, I bought a kid's birthday card, swiped a pack size 6 baby diapers, and checked out. I'll admit I stalled a bit and panicked when a couple people passed by me, but I shrugged it off and texted my friends to keep myself calm and collected. I came home, showered, and after abusing the baby powder like there was no tomorrow, I put on my first diaper since about four years. It's still on.
Cue the 'win' music.