What is that on the baby?

Some of you have asked what was all over the baby -- finger paint. Yes, finger paint.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Mother's Day Bust

New Law: absolutely no puking, spewing, bleeding, oozing, leaking, or barfing on Mother's Day

So mother's day wasn't the finest -- two sick toddlers spewing puke and diarrhea everywhere. Lots of maintenance in the form of crying, whining, baths, and laundry. Lots of stomach aches, burning bums, and random body cramps. Of course our ancient cats got in on vomit fest 2010. Hell, even the dog woofed up her vittles all over the hatchback. Sweet.

We had to cancel our (rare) adult plans to go to a friend's play; they were too ill to leave with a sitter, especially since the sitter is one of my best friends and I'd like her to stay that way. She was willing, but morally we couldn't leave her with babies leaking from both ends. Besides, the Peanut was crying with every bathroom trip, and Pumpkin was just crying. Constantly crying.

Then somewhere in the middle of it I just got so overwhelmed tired sick of it all, I threw up the lovely breakfast my husband made for me. Then, I followed it all up with a 12 hour work day. Suck.

So who do I petition for a rebate or a rain check or something? Remember rain checks? What were they for, anyway? Do those still exist? Do I still exist? What am I talking about? I'm tired, and based on the reactions of my students, I suspect my hair smells like vomit.

P.S. I love love love my husband, the only bright spot in a very stinky, sticky, sour, poopy, crappy, yucky, very bad day.
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