I'm so upset I'm shaking and accidentally hit send twice before I even posted my cry-baby story. So......
I go to work last night as usual. Only waited on 4 tables. It was slow. Who cares? It's my friday, I just wanted to go home anyway. My bf and our son were already home, it was his day off and they just lounged all day at the pool. I come home to a sink full of dishes and a dirty floor. Whatever, I'll clean it up in the morning. It's my day off anyway. So, I put my son in my bed so he can start to calm down for the evening. It's already 10:00 pm. I look down and on the floor by the computer there is cat vomit. NICE!! I just roll my eyes. No sooner I notice that my son vomits ALL OVER MY BED!!!! After 4 nice boughts I finally get him into the bathroom so he can finish. I look at my bed and it is a wreck. I had to throw the comforter away, it was saturated! And my $ 200 memory foam pad is drenched. So I put the sheets in the wash, put my son in his bed and head off to the store at 10:30 at night to buy carpet cleaner. I was out, of course. I come home, steam clean the carpet from the cat and my son, steam clean the matress pad and remake the bed. Had to pull out an old comforter. Passed out cold after that because it was midnight.
Wake up today. Start to clean the bathroom. I noticed the drain was getting clogged. So I stick a hanger down there and pull out 2 pounds of hair. GAG!!! Resume cleaning. Yes, I'm done. Go to have a cigarette. As I'm lighting it up, my cat starts vomitting AGAIN right in front of me! I pick him up real fast and throw his ass out on the patio. After he's done I have to wash off the patio. DOES IT NEVER END———? In the mean time the Boyfriend is out at the pool, reading! I've still yet to get to the dishes in the kitchen. Screw it! I'm sitting here posting this crap, smoking, and listening to Franky Baby. I deserve it right?
Continued......(don't read if you have a weak stomache)
So, as I was writing that last one I could smell a foul and mysterious odor. I hit send then followed the smell. My cat vomitted out of the other end and filled up his litter box. I had to make a run with the box to the dumpster. Seriously, does it ever end? I'm going to puke! WTF did these guys get into?
Thanks Gemlove. Someone understands! See, my cat is old. 15 years. I'm use to his puke. It doesn't smell so it's not that bad. My son has reflux. So if he eats to much he just ejects it. Kinda use to that. But my hell!!!! Both at the same time? I shoulda read my horoscope yesterday morn and just stayed in bed all day by myself.
"If one more gross disgusting thing happens today I'm going to kill someone!!"
Oh, I just thought to reply to the "Setting" thread that right now my favourite place would be alone in a dark forrest. I would yell like in hell and if I would see someone I'd probably kill him. So there, that's my day.
All I have to say to then, are two simple words... Good Luck!! 🙂
Thank you. I have been through the flu thing, too. It's hard because you can't stress out and scream. Poor kids, they already feel like crap! It's the worst when it's coming out of both ends AND STEPPING INTO IT!!! Yup, to one mom from another
Message posted by: juwanapla on 5/8/2006 3:10:45 PM ip: xxx.xxx.xxx.63
DOES IT NEVER END———?
Nope, it gets worse Ive got 4, no cat though. Kill the hubby you'd have less to fret about, oh and drink plenty of wine and smoke loads of ciggies, better than valium(😉It'll get you through lovey.......
Sorry JP, I'm too damn impatient to read all that today so I'm gonna take a half-assed stab at what's going on and comments based on some of the smaller posts I scanned.
(@_@) That's so horrible. DAMN MEN! Go puke all over them, they deserve it. Haffo's puking too now? Just kill all the men and you'll be happy, like LL said. And SB said something about Caps.
Just imagine all of inhabitans of this forum puke in your house. That would be much more horrible. Therefore enjoy your moment. After all it's only 4 you got there.
just like the messages there is a limit 🙂 Ok miss happy?
btw for anyone else...
Monday- Cancer Tuesday -Scorpio and Aries (My cats lucky day) Wednesday- Gemini and Libra Thurday-Sagitarius and Virgo Friday- Taraus and something else Saturday- Capricorn Sunday- Leo
I'm missing a few but thse are your weekly luck days
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I go to work last night as usual. Only waited on 4 tables. It was slow. Who cares? It's my friday, I just wanted to go home anyway. My bf and our son were already home, it was his day off and they just lounged all day at the pool. I come home to a sink full of dishes and a dirty floor. Whatever, I'll clean it up in the morning. It's my day off anyway. So, I put my son in my bed so he can start to calm down for the evening. It's already 10:00 pm. I look down and on the floor by the computer there is cat vomit. NICE!! I just roll my eyes. No sooner I notice that my son vomits ALL OVER MY BED!!!! After 4 nice boughts I finally get him into the bathroom so he can finish. I look at my bed and it is a wreck. I had to throw the comforter away, it was saturated! And my $ 200 memory foam pad is drenched. So I put the sheets in the wash, put my son in his bed and head off to the store at 10:30 at night to buy carpet cleaner. I was out, of course. I come home, steam clean the carpet from the cat and my son, steam clean the matress pad and remake the bed. Had to pull out an old comforter. Passed out cold after that because it was midnight.
Wake up today. Start to clean the bathroom. I noticed the drain was getting clogged. So I stick a hanger down there and pull out 2 pounds of hair. GAG!!! Resume cleaning. Yes, I'm done. Go to have a cigarette. As I'm lighting it up, my cat starts vomitting AGAIN right in front of me! I pick him up real fast and throw his ass out on the patio. After he's done I have to wash off the patio. DOES IT NEVER END———? In the mean time the Boyfriend is out at the pool, reading! I've still yet to get to the dishes in the kitchen. Screw it! I'm sitting here posting this crap, smoking, and listening to Franky Baby. I deserve it right?