Adjusting
Hi There. It is me, Felicia. I am back again. If somebody missed me.
So, now I have been home for a few days. With my mom. My dad had to work. He said he wanted to stay home with us, but it was impossible, because he really had to work. Something about a meeting. With a customer.
Whatever. I don’t know about those things. The only thing I know, and care about, is that he was not home with us. With me and mom.
But mom told me that dad has to work. If he doesn’t work, how can we stay in this house of ours? I want to stay in this house, so I guess I have to live with the fact that dad is not home with us every day.
But he comes back as fast as he can every evening. And then he talk to me until I fall asleep. Or until it is time for me to eat.
When I eat I have to stay with mom. She is the only one that have food.
I have tried to eat with dad too, but it doesn’t work. No matter where I try to find food on him, nothing. Absolutely nothing. So when I am hungry, I have to go to mom. Dad is good when I am full already. Or when my diaper is full.
He always change my diapers. Or, not always, of course he only change when I did something in them. He is not stupid, my dad. Or, not that stupid anyway.
When it is time to change my diaper, he takes me to the laundry room. That is what it was supposed to be. A room to do the laundry in. But now, in The World according to Felicia, it is also a diper-changing-room for me. You want to see what it looks like?
This works great. But I wish the view from the window was nicer. As it is now all I can see is some old, ugly, dirty wall. Dad says he will do something about it, but we have to wait for grandpa. Grandpa is doing something on the other side of that wall and my dad says he wants to wait until that thing is finished before he make the wall look nicer. He says that you never know what grandpa is up to. Maybe we don’t even have a wall there in two weeks. Then it is no use to make it nice. If it will be gone anyway.
So for the moment I try not to look out of that window. I concentrate on dad instead. He talks so much when he change my diapers. I think he talks about the fingers and the toes. And they all seem to have different names. But I am not sure yet. I think it will take a few more changed diapers before I have figured that one out. I mean, there are so many of them. The fingers and the toes.
