How fitting that I posted that jolly little ditty just before this post. This one is going to be full of darkness and gloom. (I'm laughing as I type that, so I'm actually kidding--mostly).
Well, happiness isn't waking up at 12:30 a.m. (and every twenty minutes thereafter) to a puking kid. And happiness isn't cleaning up said puke. And it for darn sure isn't the anticipation of the rest of the clan getting this crazy stain of hooey.
WHEN WILL WE BE BETTER??? I think I'm two pukes away from crazy!!!
1 comment:
I so so soooooo feel your pain. Ick, hate the pukes with every fiber in my being.
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