I woke to the sound of a cat vomiting. Then I discovered the girl’s diaper (Huggie’s Overnight) had sprung a leak and there was a sizable wet spot on the bed. I removed the diaper, which was pretty heavy with the volume of urine it had successfully contained. In the time it took me to fetch a clean diaper, she pooped on the floor and had left little droplets of fecal matter in her path as she pranced to the next room. After getting that cleaned up, I found a cat turd in the hallway. Well, I consoled myself, at least the vomit wasn’t much, just a thin bit of liquid under the bench at the foot of the bed. Or so I thought until I discovered a more substantial repository of vomitus on the stairs. Some of this nastiness had spilled over the edge of one step and dripped onto the futon couch below. And as luck would have it Xy had removed the futon cover the night before. Joy!
Pronounce the dot.
Sometimes it seems all that the kids and pets are there for is to remind you of the presence of bodily fluids and wastes. Sad, but true, and occasionally more than a little exasperating to deal with.
How’d the rabbit do?
I told Xy that the rabbit had projectile vomited onto the computer, but she didn’t fall for it.
Oh, man, sounds like most days around here!