H.O. Driver
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So you know those kids moments that are so bad all you can do is laugh about it? We had one last night ...
The youngest came down to our room about 10:45 last night, hair and pajamas covered in vomit. So we jump out of bed, the wife takes her to the shower and starts cleaning her off. I head to her room to strip her bed down. Before I get there both dogs want to go outside, (this is important to remember) I quickly let them out and I can smell the stench of jalapeno cheddar Cheetos Mac and cheese (her favorite) and stomach bile. I flick on the bedroom light to see the damages and it's bad. Comforter, both sheets, both pillow cases and the floor and what she left on the floor next to the bed. I make my attack, pull everything off the bed, throw it in the wash and start working on her floor. Her bath and hair towel have orange noodles on them too. Relocate the towels to the laundry room, come back and finish the floor. I grab the young gunner new pajamas and head to our bathroom.
The dogs want back inside from being outside, probably had to go outside to unsee and hear the exorcism that just happened. The wife yells "where are you, we need clean clothes". I head down there with the pajamas I had already secured from the war zone. I make the hand off with the clean clothes, I scoop up the gross clothes and the bath mats that were compromised in the mission. I head to the laundry room to add the other victims to the pile.
I returned to the bedroom and I hear dry heaves and and the bath tub turn on. I look in our bed and the stomach contents sprinkler is laying in our bed comfortably. My confusion and curiosity takes me to the bathroom, my first mistake. I get through the doorway and I see my wife filling the bath tub and two dogs with frozen vomit stuck to their backs.
I load the dogs into the tub, my second mistake and we both start working on the back splatter clinging to their fur. Thankfully the icy slurry of stomach contents had stayed on them and no trails were left in the house. Now the two dogs are cleaned, and my chest is slimed from picking them up to put them in our tub. I cleaned myself up and grab a dog to start drying them to get the wet dog smell out of the air. The dogs now thoroughly confused, and some what dry, go jump on our bed to check on the now saved 10 year old laying in our bed.
At this point the wife and I are claiming victory, thus planning our back to bed approach shots. We kicked the dogs off the bed and hop in the sack. Just as quick as we felt the comfort of the bed we noticed the lousy towelling job we did on the dogs. The bed is wet, so we hop up again and strip our bed down and throw on some dry sheets. The 3 of us, yes vomit princess is now in our bed, climb back into bed. Finally we get back to sleep, a good sleep for a few hours.
We make it to about 2 hours before the alarm clock is due to play reveille, we are awakened by the 10 yr olds second round of fire. We jump up and I carry her to the toilet as my wife strips the bed, and check the damages again. Thankfully she had only managed to hit the sheets and nothing else. The wife grabs blankets as I take another load of wounded to the laundry room and email my boss to notify him I was wounded at war and will need a day off for some r and r. My email is out, the day off is secured and my wife heads to the couch to avoid any more late night fire before work as the young rocket launcher and I settle back into bed.
After 12 hours of doing laundry today and the biohazard child feeling better and holding food and Gatorade down all day. The last load of wounded just got deposited into the dryer and the wife and I can hopefully call this a victory before returning to the bunker tonight.
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So you know those kids moments that are so bad all you can do is laugh about it? We had one last night ...
The youngest came down to our room about 10:45 last night, hair and pajamas covered in vomit. So we jump out of bed, the wife takes her to the shower and starts cleaning her off. I head to her room to strip her bed down. Before I get there both dogs want to go outside, (this is important to remember) I quickly let them out and I can smell the stench of jalapeno cheddar Cheetos Mac and cheese (her favorite) and stomach bile. I flick on the bedroom light to see the damages and it's bad. Comforter, both sheets, both pillow cases and the floor and what she left on the floor next to the bed. I make my attack, pull everything off the bed, throw it in the wash and start working on her floor. Her bath and hair towel have orange noodles on them too. Relocate the towels to the laundry room, come back and finish the floor. I grab the young gunner new pajamas and head to our bathroom.
The dogs want back inside from being outside, probably had to go outside to unsee and hear the exorcism that just happened. The wife yells "where are you, we need clean clothes". I head down there with the pajamas I had already secured from the war zone. I make the hand off with the clean clothes, I scoop up the gross clothes and the bath mats that were compromised in the mission. I head to the laundry room to add the other victims to the pile.
I returned to the bedroom and I hear dry heaves and and the bath tub turn on. I look in our bed and the stomach contents sprinkler is laying in our bed comfortably. My confusion and curiosity takes me to the bathroom, my first mistake. I get through the doorway and I see my wife filling the bath tub and two dogs with frozen vomit stuck to their backs.
I load the dogs into the tub, my second mistake and we both start working on the back splatter clinging to their fur. Thankfully the icy slurry of stomach contents had stayed on them and no trails were left in the house. Now the two dogs are cleaned, and my chest is slimed from picking them up to put them in our tub. I cleaned myself up and grab a dog to start drying them to get the wet dog smell out of the air. The dogs now thoroughly confused, and some what dry, go jump on our bed to check on the now saved 10 year old laying in our bed.
At this point the wife and I are claiming victory, thus planning our back to bed approach shots. We kicked the dogs off the bed and hop in the sack. Just as quick as we felt the comfort of the bed we noticed the lousy towelling job we did on the dogs. The bed is wet, so we hop up again and strip our bed down and throw on some dry sheets. The 3 of us, yes vomit princess is now in our bed, climb back into bed. Finally we get back to sleep, a good sleep for a few hours.
We make it to about 2 hours before the alarm clock is due to play reveille, we are awakened by the 10 yr olds second round of fire. We jump up and I carry her to the toilet as my wife strips the bed, and check the damages again. Thankfully she had only managed to hit the sheets and nothing else. The wife grabs blankets as I take another load of wounded to the laundry room and email my boss to notify him I was wounded at war and will need a day off for some r and r. My email is out, the day off is secured and my wife heads to the couch to avoid any more late night fire before work as the young rocket launcher and I settle back into bed.
After 12 hours of doing laundry today and the biohazard child feeling better and holding food and Gatorade down all day. The last load of wounded just got deposited into the dryer and the wife and I can hopefully call this a victory before returning to the bunker tonight.
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