i HATE valentine's day! it goes way back to junior high/high school years. this particular holiday stinks when you don't have a valentine. it HURTS. so even though daryl told me he loved me {for the first time} on this day in 1995, i still hate it....for all those who are alone wishing desperately that they had a valentine.
this year i "celebrated" v-day with puke and poop! tuesday around 2:00 a.m spencer shuffled into my room to tell me that he'd puked in the bathroom.
"did you make it to the toilet?" i asked.
"yes, but i got a little on the counter and floor," he said.
so i laid there thinking i could clean it up later if it was just a little bit. i was sooo tired! but then a foul odor began tickling my nose....you know, like in cartoons where the scent travels to the character's nose and then beckons him to come? i could smell puke all the way in MY room.
i made the journey to the boys' bathroom dreading what was about to appear before my sleepy eyes, the smell becoming stronger with every step.
nothing could have prepared me for the devastation that awaited me. their bathroom took a DIRECT HIT!
"...a little on the counter..." was THE understatement of the year!!! there was puke everywhere! i stood there in disbelief. how could one nine year old boy do this much damage? where would i begin cleaning up this mess? i was in shock!
so what did i do? i grabbed the camera and took pictures! disgusting, isn't it?
after the photo shoot i returned to the scene armed with a near-empty container of clorox wipes, a roll of paper towels and a wal-mart sack posing as a glove to protect me. i had to work one-handed because my other hand was busy keeping my t-shirt over my nose!
like i said, there was puke everywhere---on the counter, the mirror, the rugs, the wall, the drawers, the cabinet doors, the OUTSIDE of the toilet (not the inside) and the shower curtain. the bathtub avoided the blast thanks to the shower curtain. i really don't know how the ceiling was spared!
i was about 30 minutes into the decontamination process when daryl trudged onto the scene. with his eyes barely open and his hand over his mouth and nose he asked, "did someone get sick in here?"
what kind of idiotic question was that?!?!!! i wanted to reply, "no, i decided to redecorate their bathroom at 2:30 in the morning in puke tones!" {here's your sign!}
it took nearly 45 minutes to clean their bathroom. those pretty custom cabinet doors with lots of details aren't so pretty when you're scraping puke out of the details with your fingernail! oh, by the way, swiffer wet doesn't get barf out of tile grout....gotta use fingernails there, too!
so three days later spencer is better, no more puke. still a little poo, so we stayed home, missing out on all the v-day festivities at school. {honestly, i didn't mind that part!} daryl walked in the door a little after 4:00 saying, "i brought you a present...colby just barfed in the driveway."
photo of the day #45
happy valentine's day 2008
it's now a little past midnight, and i just finished taking pukey sheets of colby's bed. ding! ding! ding! round 2 begins!
well, i hope you've enjoyed my little valentine's day story. it was a lot of fun to write...therapeutic actually! today has been an uneventful holiday. i slept in while daryl took the boys to soccer try outs. then i got up and cleaned the house. i was hoping to get a knock on my door from merry-maids saying they were here to clean my house today, but it never happened. oh, well.
tonight for supper, i was feeling southern. we had {and yes, i know it's not the healthiest choice, but dang, it was yummy!} chicken fried chicken, mashed potatoes, gravy and corn. and you can't have all that southern goodness without a fresh glass of sweet tea! while we were eating, colby looked at our bird and said,
quote of the day: "Hey, Joey! We're eating one of your little friends with a side of gravy!"
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And here I thought yesterday's quote was going to be hard to beat, but that one surpassed it by a mile! :)
oh my gosh. you took a picture of puke in the driveway.
LOLOLOL!!! Colby cracks me up! I swear that boy will be a comedian when he grows up! Ha! That was a very funny story about a very disgusting subject. That is the only way to deal with being a mom sometimes. Lisa H. :o)
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