It’s Friday, I wanna be at work. I thought taking the day off to care for a sick family member would be easy…I wanna be at work…NOW!!!
So…it’s Spring Break….should be a week of fun for kids and exhaustion for parents…
The Boy and the Niece went to gramma’s for the week…where upon all children (there’s about 7 of ’em) that run around and play together….got a virus. A 24 hour bug, if you will…
Today is the Niece’s turn to have it. At my house. Whee!!!
The Sister just started a new job and couldn’t take off, the gramma is sick, my uncle is in the hospital and the Boy is doing his best to hold food down…so it was up to me to take care of the Niece….not a big deal…I got this.
Only….this child can puke. Alot.
The sister and the niece get to my house early….the deal was, I would go to work for a few hours and the Daughter would stay up with the Niece for a couple of hours. I asked her last night, before she went out. Repeat, BEFORE SHE WENT OUT…
well….7:30-ish rolls around…and I can’t get the Daughter up. Hangovers do that….
SO the sister hands me a pair of shorts that were in the front yard when she walks in. (will be important soon) and the Niece got sick on the ride over…with the Sisters driving, who can blame her….so we change her, get her laid on the couch and all is well…
For a couple of hours….then we hear someone from the Daughters room, offering anything to the porcelain gods to make it stop…
Puke #2 of the Day….
All quiets down and then the 21 year olds leave after they explain the evening in which the Daughter won a chugging contest, on the bar…and the friend ended up shortless in my front yard (‘member?). I am 41, I quit asking questions…I prolly don’t want the answers. At.All.
….so I make the Niece a bland lunch….and we settle in to pay-per-view Mr. Popper’s Peguins.
Bland is bad.
In 7.3 minutes she looks at me….runs for the bathroom and well….BAM!
Puke #3 of the day…
Second time today that I have washed clothes….this time we added a bathroom rug.
The daughter and the friend have returned with chicken and rice. They are hungover….they are still piecing the night together…they realize that they have to wash the Daughter’s bedspread, the car, the Daughter (friend puked on said Daughter) and they stand up to gather items to go wash…(my washer is busy, ‘member?)
Right then…the smallest of the pups sneaks in, ninja-like to the Daughter’s room and steals a chicken tender. It’s as big as she is.
Does anyone NOT know that you don’t steal chicken and rice from hungover 21-year olds? Cause Bella didn’t get the memo…she takes off hauling ass into the yard, with her tender, intent on NOT sharing with any of the other pups, who are hot on her trail.
Keep up folks, I have a puking 8-year-old, a puking 21 year old….washer running, a chicken tender stealing dog and two other dogs ganging up on the little on with the tender…
I wanna go to work.
So I text the sister to tell her that I am impressed with the Niece’s manners while puking and that the Daughter’s friend has also been puking, so it’s been an exciting day. She laughs. At me. Over a text. Did I mention the sister is a dick? JUST kidding!!!
So I text the wife to tell her much the same. She laughs. At me. Over a text. Did I mention the wife is a dick? JUST kidding!!!