Seriously...
The stomach flu has been making its way through here, which isn't going to be fun anyway. I was whining on here the other day about DH putting SD10 in our bed and letting her puke in a bucket on my side of the bed because wtf ew. BS5 had it yesterday and is totally fine today but we are keeping him home from school just in case he's still contagious, don't wanna be that parent.
But ANYWAY, SD10 is STILL lying around whimpering and sighing and last night it hit SS12 so he slept on the couch (so she had to go back to her bed, ha ha). We put a bucket in front of the couch and go to bed. This morning we find that he has puked all around the bucket and shit his pants. On the couch. The 12-year-old! The 5y/o and 10y/o managed to keep it together... And he didn't even seem ashamed. Ugh. There is not enough bleach in this world.
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Eeeewwwwwww. Thats like my
Eeeewwwwwww.
Thats like my skids. Whenever they are sick they puke in their beds, or on the floor. My BS (2 at the time) had the stomach flu and made it to the toilet every single time, even at night. The skids (8 and 9 at the time) both puked on the floor several times and in their beds. No shame at all.
My god- wtf is wrong with
My god- wtf is wrong with these kids? I thought it was just my skids who are so immature or needy or (whimper-voice) DAMAGED because of the divorce that they puke in their beds...piss all around the toilets....oh poor 8-yr-old baby boys. They talk in baby voices much of the time too. They've been told repeatedly by BM that everyone thinks they are the CUTEST things EVER. Ugh- coddle them some more. Can you tell it was a long weekend?
Gross, Stressgirl. I'm sorry for the cleaning you've had to do.
Oh I gave up on doing the
Oh I gave up on doing the cleaning as soon as my bio stopped throwing up - in the bucket, may I add. I went out this morning and got my nails done, and I have an unrelated doctor appointment this afternoon that I intend to keep. SS just threw up, on the floor, again, and I ain't moving. DH is panicking because he has a fever. Yup, he has the flu. Sure, give him some Tylenol, but you'll just be wiping that off the floor in a minute... Omg he's 12! No wonder he never listens to anything I say, he's got dad wrapped up.